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"she did not know that she wanted to afford the money for a new spring".  I said I would pay for the spring, of course, since I broke it---and did so right after lunch and walked back from the garage to meet Mrs. Alfaro saying that Jose was here now and could help me over to our new house with the trunks so that I had better begin moving at once.  Mabel asked if I did not want to lie down.  I explained the situation that I must take Jose when I could get him.  He carried my trunks and Alfred's over with me and I saw the inside of the Mexican one-room house (which we were to have, and which had been locked up) for the first time.  John Evans had been occupying it off and on and his portrait by Jack and Mary Young-Hunter was on the wall, and various belongings left around, and everything dirty.  In a heavy rain of the day before the adobe roof had leaked and there was a pool of water standing in the mattress on the caved-in couch. and mud spattered over everything.
The earth-floored room was damp and did not smell too well since the windows were nailed shut -- but fortunately two of the small lights were out.
Alfred's cot was brought from his father's room in Mabel's house where he had slept and with his camping blankets was made up for him.  Mrs. Alfaro saying that she was instructed to furnish sheets.
There was a large mattress on the floor which I was going to sleep on.
I put the wet one out of doors and drew the nails and propped the sashes up and then set to work to clear everything of mine out of Mabel's guest room which had been assigned to me, and carry clothing, drawing materials, bridles, etc, etc, in many large loads over the way, lengthwise of the strung-out buildings to our new quarters while Alfred brought his things.
There was no place to hang anything except a newly made clothes closet which fell over on you when its door opened---the walls of the room being, of course, of adobe as well as the floor, but I managed to balance the closet with my heavy overcoat and riding boots.
Between Alfred's riding clothes, cameras, etc, etc, etc., books, moccasins, saddles, and my own there was a great assortment of cumbersome stuff to be disposed of where it would not get wet, and on one of my trips when Mabel asked me if we were getting settled, I said "there was no place to put anything."  She replied that "May Gruning, and then John lived in that house all summer and found it all right.  They kept their things in chests.  "But", I said, there is only one small chest there and that is full of John's riding boots."  She answered from her couch "that I should put them outside, and she would send for them."  I thought she was too tired to come over to see how we were getting on even out of curiosity--but on my next trip she was picking flowers in the garden.
There was an oil stove which May Gruning had used and Alfred' got this into working order, cooked some cereal for supper, and you may be sure we were ready to turn in soon after eight o'clock.
There was a knock.  I went to the door in my nightgown and found Mabel and Tony.   She said "You have callers".  "But we are in bed," I replied.  I thanked them very much for our mail which they had brought and they let us be.