e same."

Then they both laughed gleefully, like children, and the Lieutenant
promised to play to her and send her to sleep every night.

After breakfast he accompanied us on a tour of inspection. We soon saw
all that there was to see of Teschoun, namely, a little line of bazaars
kept by Jews and negroes, a little boulevard of a year's growth, two
imposing-looking gates,--one looking towards Morocco, one towards the
Sahara,--a straggling camp, and a wall of circumvallation. There were
gardens in embryo here and there, but no trees of any size, and not till
you had got fairly away from Teschoun could you perceive that its aspect
was striking or imposing. Then, looking back from the craggy heights
that surrounded it, the white line of the camp and the belt of verdure
encircling it like a ribbon, struck the eye as a pleasant contrast to
the warm, yellow atmosphere of earth and sky. The warmth and the
yellowness were delicious. A fresh, sweet breeze blew across our faces
from the Desert. We sat down and drew it in with long, devouring
breaths.

A hundred yards behind us, his bright-brown body sharply outlined
against the pale, amber-colored sky, stood a little Bedouin smiling down
upon us. It was a perfect personification of Eastern life, and I made a
sketch, while the Lieutenant told Mary of his hard campaign southward,
and his joy at catching the first glimpse of Teschoun from the distance.

When we returned home we found that the Commandant's servant had left a
bunch of roses for Mary, with his master's compliments; that the
Capitaine's servant had been sent round with his master's horse for her
to try, and that the General had sent word by his aide-de-camp that he
would himself have the pleasure of calling upon us that evening.

Mary and I felt utterly overwhelmed by such goodness and condescension.
A real starred, laced General was about to call on us! We could hardly
believe that we were our identical, insignificant selves, who, but for
you, oh! most sweet and honored Patroness, would have sunk under the
burden of toil imposed upon us. But how all was changed! The poor,
unknown artist was treated as if he had been Sir Peter Paul Rubens; the
humble little school teacher was feted and flattered like the wife of a
conquering commander-in-chief.

We had invited the young Lieutenant to drink tea with us at eight
o'clock, and were enjoying a little music after a very sociable fashion,
when a noisy excitement seemed to