At last they climbed to a grassy hollow where the Spanish villa

of the Marques was clearly visible in its entirety. Here, Joanna

dismounted and put the pony out to grass. Then setting up her
easel, she sorted out her paints. The villa of the Marques, as
Jacarandas, was a twin!belfreyed, white!porticoed building with
a terrace of white columns and an entrance porch where
trellises of vines gave shade from the "erceness of the sun.
#ehind the big white villa were other buildings including stables
all of which were set in magni"cent grounds of statuary and
fountains and rolling green lawns in between shrubbery and
magni"cent trees. which $osita insisted upon her wearing and
made for the hills.
The beauty of it all caught at Joanna%s throat as, clad in blue
denim shorts and a sleeveless top, she wal&ed on to the terrace
on long golden legs to sha&e bac& a sil&y curtain of brown hair
and lift her face to the sun. The casual, graceful gesture gave
the falling line of her pro"le a swift, vivid loveliness.