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Show - Ik - figures, in their hip boots, walked down the stairs and filled the watering cans, then came up and proceeded to stroll along the rows of vegetables spraying them. The entire expanse of land was thusly irrigated. A slow and tedious chore thought Penny. "Isn't it weird?" said Vicky. "The way they water the vegetables." "A lot of hard work, I'd say," answered Penny. "These must be truck gardens and worked by Orientals. I've read that they are called 'coolies'. There are a least thirty acres hereabouts." Beyond the gardens the hills stretched before them and at this time of the year they were ablaze with wild flowers of every conceivable kind. Lupines, Buttercups, Sun Flowers, California Golden Poppies and a variety of brilliant blooms that they could not name. They were like a and out of sight, patch work quilt comprised of multicolors. Past the hills/was the stormy> white-capped Pacific Ocean "It's beautiful," exclaimed Penny. She could feel the wind blowing softly through the tall grass and the girls sat down to contemplate the panorama stretched out before them. "That's an interesting looking house located at the top of the hill amidst the gardens." said Vicky. It was a rambling barn-like structure with a wooden shingled roof shaped like a pogoda. Plain with no exterior decorations except for very narrow oblong windows situated high up close to the roof. The entire building was painted a very dingy, dark brown. In the distance they could make out the figures working amongst the vegetables; picking and hoeing and, of course, the continual watering. They wore loose blouses over baggy trousers and on their heads wide brimmed straw hats. There was no deviation in the color of their clothes. They were either dark brown or black. |