Ramona

IT was sheep-shearing time in Southern California, but sheep-shearing was late at the Senora Moreno's. The Fates had seemed to combine to put it off. In the first place, Felipe Moreno had been ill. He was the Senora's eldest son, and since his father's death had been at the head of his mother's house. Without him, nothing could be done on the ranch, the Senora thought. It had been always, “Ask Senor Felipe, ” “Go to Senor Felipe, ” “Senor Felipe will attend to it, ” ever since Felipe had had the dawning of a beard on his handsome face.