MY FRIEND THE DOCTOR In the morning I arose as usual, though with difficulty.

I tried to persuade myself that I was merely suffering from a violent attack of dyspepsia, the natural result of _Concordia_ diet.

When the waiter brought my breakfast I regarded it with resentful eye, feeling for the moment very much like my grumbling acquaintance of the dinner hour.

It may be as well to explain that the breakfast consisted of very bad coffee, with goat's milk, hard, coarse bread, and goat's butter, which tasted exactly like indifferent lard.

The so-called butter, by a strange custom of Cotrone, was served in the emptied rind of a spherical cheese--the small _caccio cavallo_, horse cheese, which one sees everywhere in the South.