Chula Vista

I did meet your daughter, very informally to be sure, on the morning of my arrival at Chula Vista.

Mr. Bowles hesitated a moment, looking straight ahead to where Chula Vista rose between the horses' ears.

Chula Vista, on the afternoon when our party entered it, duly chaperoned by the aged Mendoza, presented an everyday appearance.

When it leaked out that there was a kidnapping involved, the chivalrous instincts of Chula Vista were aroused.

The car, a small one, pulled up the hill and started down toward Chula Vista.