“My head is in the United States and my feet are in Mexico!” cried Carlos sprawling at ease upon the sun-warmed grass. Whereupon Carlota, not to be outdone in anything, promptly rolled her plump little person over the sward until its length lay along a lime-line running due east and west across the plain. Her yellow curls touched her twin’s yet her body formed a right angle to his. Then she remarked:…
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