A Cookess in spectacles surmounts him--the most hideous of them all, bony and severe.

Over her travelling costume, already sufficiently repulsive, she wears a tennis jersey, which accentuates the angularity of her figure, and in her person she seems the very incarnation of the respectability of the British Isles.

It would be more equitable, too--so long are those legs of hers, which, to be sure, have scant interest for the tourist--if she carried the donkey.
The poor little white thing regards me with melancholy.

His ears twitch restlessly and his beautiful eyes, so fine, so observant of everything, say to me as plain as words: "She is a beauty, isn't she ?" "She is, indeed, my poor little donkey.

But think of this: fixed on thy back as she is, thou hast this advantage over me--thou seest her not!" But my reflection, though judicious enough, does not console him, and his look answers me that he would be much prouder if he carried, like so many of his comrades, a simple pack of sugarcanes..