enjoy the feasts
or music. The kitchen and the bath-house are small separate buildings
in the yard, or "azotea" (a tho tai'a). Every one must bathe once a
day at least.

During the great heat of the day, after lunch, or "tiffin" as it is
called, everyone sleeps a restful hour or two. Therefore visiting
and dinners are carried on long into the night, when it is cooler.

To keep out the sun, instead of glass, opaque mussel shells are used
in the many little frames of the windows. This makes a pearly, soft
light, like moonshine in the house, even on the brightest, hottest day.

I noticed that women stood in the streams, and pounded clothes on
smooth, round rocks.

"That's our way of washing, out in nature's laundry," explained
Filippa's mother.

When Fil and Filippa were aroused each morning, I noticed that their
mother did not touch or shake them, and I ventured to ask why she
called so long and loud, even though she was standing over them. I
remarked that in our land, a father would soon shake his lazy boy
awake.

"You shock me," replied Fil's mother. "We in the Philippines believe
that it is most unlucky to disturb the sleeping spirit of a person
by a touch. When the spirit is ready to answer to the call, it is
ready to awake and come back into this world."

"Why, how superstitious!" I exclaimed, perhaps owing to my lack
of real manners; for good manners should allow for differences on
unimportant things.

"Not more superstitious than you are, when you refuse to pass under a
ladder, or to begin a voyage on a Friday," Fil's mother answered. Then
I realized that every person, every race, and every nation, and
every color of mankind have their faults as well as their virtues,
weak points as well as strong and good ones. There is something good
in even the worst of us; and, perhaps, something bad in the best of us!

"I can testify that you Filipinos surpass my people in one thing,"
I said.

"Thank you. What is it?" asked Fil's mother and father together.

"Respect for parents and poor relations," I answered. "Fil and Filippa
kiss your hand and bow, morning and night. You, though a father and
mother, are also as dutiful as children. You keep grandfather and
grandmother, and poor old relations around the home, where they can
always have a place to sleep, a kind hand near, and can get a bite to
eat anyway, and a tear of sympathy over their sick bed, at the last."

"By our religion, and by the warmth of our own