ght of a Temple threw Edwin into a Relapse, but he would have
given $8,000 for one look at the galvanized Cornice of the Court
House.
Selena was still buying Souvenirs, but doing it mechanically, as if in
a Trance.
They had been stung with so many Oriental Phoneys and stuck up so
often that they had gone Yellow and lost their Nerve.
When they saw an outstretched Palm, they came across without a
Whimper.
Cousin Ella, back among the Corn Fields, pictured them as riding a
caparisoned Elephant up to the marble Palace of the Gaekwar of Baroda,
where Edwin would flash his Passport and then the distinguished Guests
would be salaamed to the Peacock Throne.
Nothing like it. They were led up to highly odorous Bazaars conducted
by lineal Descendants of the 40 Thieves.
Often, while riding in the dusty Cattle Cars and looking out at the
parched Plains, they would think of the shaded Front Porch, only 5
minutes from Barclay's Drug Store, where they sold the Ice Cream Soda.
Moaning feebly, they would return to the italicized Guide Book.
The Chow consisted largely of Curry and Rice, the medicinal flavor of
which was further accentuated by Butter brought in Tins all the way
from Sweden.
Although the Heat was intense, they found occasional Relief in sitting
next the Britons and getting a few Zephyrs direct from the Ice-Box.
Each day they would purchase a Newspaper about the size of a
Bed-Spread and search eagerly for American News. Once in a while they
would learn that Congress had met or another Colored Person had been
burned at the Stake. It cheered them immensely to know that the Land
of the Free was still squirming.
At Rangoon they met a weary Countryman headed in the opposite
direction. He was a hard-faced Customer who was fighting the Climate
with Gin and Bitters, but they fell upon him and wanted to Kiss him
when they learned that he had once met Selena's Uncle at Colorado
Springs.
They told him how to save time in getting across India, and he gave
them a list of Places in China and Japan that might be dodged to
advantage.
Year after year in the months of March and April they continued on
their tedious Way through the burning Tropics.
Sometimes they came to a discouraged belief that the World was one
bluey expanse, disturbed by Flying Fish.
Then they would spend weary Ages along the avenues of white
Lime-Kilns, looking at Countless millions of hungry Brunettes in
fluttering Nighties.
Their prin
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