Note 1 — XXVI HOPI ANNALS

But when I last visited the mesa Stella had a home in which to welcome me. She had tired of the long years at the sanatorium, and they were many; she had returned, as they all endeavor, to her people on the mesa-top; and she still liked candy, and she still had that placid, melancholy expression.1 I have sought to rescue many Hopi from that dread disease, with varying success, but she is the only Gioconda I have found among the Indians.