And a capital name it would be for her too. YERBA the first name.
BUENA the second. She could be called Miss Buena when she grows
up."
"Yerba Buena it is," she said suddenly. Then, indicating the youth
with a slight toss of her handsome head, "His head's level--you can
see that."
There was a silence again, and the scratching of the Mayor's pen
continued. Colonel Pendleton buttoned up his coat, pulled his long
moustache into shape, slightly arranged his collar, and walked to
the window without looking at the woman. Presently the Mayor arose
from his seat, and, with a certain formal courtesy that had been
wanting in his previous manner, handed her his pen and arranged his
chair for her at the desk. She took the pen, and rapidly appended
her signature to the paper. The others followed; and, obedient to
a sign from him, the porter was summoned from the outer office to
witness the signatures. When this was over, the Mayor turned to
his secretary. "That's all just now, Paul."
Accepting this implied dismissal with undisturbed gravity, the
newly made youthful guardian bowed and retired. When the green
baize door had closed upon him, the Mayor turned abruptly to the
woman with the paper in his hand.
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