They are all dead by this time.

They could not go through such a run of business as we gave them and survive.
And then we went to see the Emperor of Russia.

We just called on him as comfortably as if we had known him a century or so, and when we had finished our visit we variegated ourselves with selections from Russian costumes and sailed away again more picturesque than ever.

In Smyrna we picked up camel's hair shawls and other dressy things from Persia; but in Palestine--ah, in Palestine--our splendid career ended.

They didn't wear any clothes there to speak of.