What struck me on the ride up through the city was the perambulating bath.

Going round on wheels to be hired out, just the ordinary tin tub of commerce.

The fellows were shouting something--'Who'll buy a wash!' I suppose.

But that's the disadvantage of a foreign language; it leaves so much to the imagination." "The goats were nice," I said, "so promiscuous.

I saw one of them looking out of a window." "And the dear little horses with bells round their necks," momma added, "and the tall yellow houses with the stucco dropping off, and especially the fruit shops and the flower stalls that make pictures down every narrow street.