They found the women who were on exhibition ranged in pens around a large room.
"Beauties!" sniffed Rosie as she glanced about upon them, "there is scarcely one who I should have selected as such." "Hush, hush, Rosie!" said her mother warningly; "we do not know but some of them may understand English, and surely you would be sorry to hurt their feelings." "Yes, I should indeed, mamma," she returned in a regretful tone, and they passed out.
"That countryman of yours has much the handsomest face about that establishment.

Cousin Ronald," remarked Lucilla, with a smile, as they proceeded on their way.
"I agree with you in that opinion, lassie," laughed the old gentleman, "and I have no doubt that he would also, had he heard you express it." "How very much there is to see here!" remarked Dr.Conly--"men, women, and children from all parts of the world, clad in their own odd, native attire; Chinese, Japanese, Dahomeyans, Nubians, wild Arabs, Persians, Soudanese, Algerians, Javanese, and Cingalese." "And some of the buildings are as singular in appearance as the people who occupy them," added his wife.
"Let us visit the village and castle of Blarney," said Rosie.
"You want to kiss the Blarney Stone, do you ?" asked Herbert laughingly.
"No need of that," said Walter; "she can blarney fast enough if she wants to, and that without ever having seen the stone." "What is blarney, papa ?" asked little Elsie.
"Coaxing, wheedling, and flattering," he replied.

"The village we are going to see is said to be a fair representation of one of that name in Ireland, about four miles from the city of Cork, in which there is a castle called Blarney Castle, which has stood there for more than four hundred years.

The castle has a tower, as you will see, and on the top of it is a stone the kissing of which is said to confer the gift of ability to wheedle and flatter.

But the true stone is said to be another in a wall where it can be kissed only by a person held over the parapet." "Oh, I shouldn't like that at all, papa!" Elsie exclaimed.