I bought to-day the eighth part of a lottery-ticket.

The Captain of the Port thinks his English is better than his French, but

sometimes it is very funny. He says: "Don't take care," instead of "Never

mind"--"The _volante_ is to the door"--"Look to me, I am all proudness"--

"You are all my anxiousness."

The houses are generally not more than one story high, built around an

open court, on which all rooms open. In the middle of this is a fountain;

no home is complete without a fountain, and no fountain is complete

without its surroundings of palms, plants, and flowers. In one of the

rooms you can see where the _volante_ reposes for the night. You only

see these glories at night. When the heavy bolts are drawn back you and

everybody can look in from the street on the family gathering, basking in

rocking-chairs around the fountain, and in oriental, somnolent

conversation.

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