The boys had white umbrellas heavily lined with dark green.

They were a priceless blessing.

I thanked fortune that I had one, too, notwithstanding it was packed up with the baggage and was ten miles ahead.

It is madness to travel in Syria without an umbrella.

They told me in Beirout (these people who always gorge you with advice) that it was madness to travel in Syria without an umbrella.