What's next? Six. Public Rest Rooms. Well, thank goodness they're around. "Where's David at, Daddy?" asked one of the girls.

"I don't know." The father looked back anxiously.

"There he is," said the mother, "coming out of the rest rooms. Darling, do you think we should go back after him and tell him to hurry along?"

"No," answered the grandmother. "Let the boy alone. It is better for the boy to be alone for awhile. Maybe he can understand and accept the holiness of this sanctuary. He appears to be making the rounds, but slowly, and that means that he is at least interested."

David, not aware that he was the subject of conversation, headed north again. along the hedged-in, uneven bricked walk. He turned West, then South again. Seven. Sacred Garden. Note two fine old doorways opposite each other at this point. One opens into museum: the opposite one leads into the vestry of the old stone church.

David did not know why he tip-toed into this four-walled enclosure, but he did. The ground was irregularly paved with brick, there were stone benches on either side, the bells were close at hand to be rung for the services. The young man did not loiter here for long. To his right was: Eight. Sales room for articles of devotion, ceramic souvenirs, pictures and post card views of the mission, and Indian jewelry. Proceeds of sales help to repair and maintain the old buildings of the Mission.

David by-passed this and went on to: Nine. Exhibit Room Formerly the community room where travelers of early mission days were entertained. Note unique ceiling of tile laid on beams, the deep recesses, barred windows, old tile floor, and great thickness of walls.

Here, David noticed all the objects and curiosities with great interest. In particular he noticed the footwear of the Padres. Soles carved out of wood and leather bands attached across the tops of these to keep the sandal on the foot. A far cry, he realized, from the soft leather used in his own loafers. He was aware then of the courage of these men of God, and how they probably never dis-

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