There was a rush of wild looking and half-naked natives to seize their baggage; but upon Mrs.Holland, with quiet decision, accosting the men in their own language, and picking out four of them to carry the baggage up, to one of the vehicles standing on the road that ran along the top of the high beach, the rest fell back, and the matter was arranged without difficulty.
After a drive of twenty minutes, they stopped at a hotel.
"It is not like a hotel, Mother," Dick remarked, as they drew up.

"It is more like a gentleman's house, standing in its own park." "Almost all the European houses are built so, here, Dick, and it is much more pleasant than when they are packed together." "Much nicer," Dick agreed.

"If each house has a lot of ground like this, the place must cover a tremendous extent of country." "It does, Dick; but, as every one keeps horses and carriages, that does not matter much.

Blacktown, as they call the native town, stands quite apart from the European quarter." As soon as they were settled in their rooms, which seemed to Dick singularly bare and unfurnished, mother and son went out for a drive, in one of the carriages belonging to the hotel.

Dick had learned so much about India from her that, although extremely interested, he was scarcely surprised at the various scenes that met his eye, or at the bright and varied costumes of the natives.
Many changes had taken place, during the seventeen years that had elapsed since Mrs.Holland had left India.