Francisca Montoya and her sister were just in here looking for ivory cotton, of all the most boring things. She didn't fall for the blue shoes, although I tried hard to sell them to her.
I also arrested Mr. Valasquez's horse, which was outside eating our tulips. It is now in the jail.
I suppose the warmer weather is bringing out the ruffians, because there was a horde of them drooling over the shop door when I tried to open this morning. Mostly of Britta Larson's character.