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I really do not know, but it seems to me that I can still see the boots of the dear little one placed there on the mat beside my own, two grains of sand by two paving stones, a tom tit beside an elephant. They were his every-day boots, his playfellows, those with which he ascended sand hills and explored puddles.

The edges of some mats are woven to look like lace, and some like embroidery. They range in price from fifty cents to fifty dollars. Every one who visits Romblom is sure to bring away a mat. On every island much corn is raised, perhaps for export; certainly the staple is rice.

A silk network is first spun on the ground, covering an extent about equal to the palm of one's hand. It is coarse and shapeless, but firmly fixed. This is the floor on which the Spider means to operate. On this foundation, which acts as a protection from the sand, the Lycosa fashions a round mat, the size of a two-franc piece and made of superb white silk.

We ain't in no Christian country. Pluck up, Mattie, dear. Bill. Come into the tart-shop. I'm a customer. They go towards the shop. Exit POLICEMAN. Mat. No, no, Sukey! I can't abide the smell of it. Let me sit on the kerb for a minute. Bill. Never you mind, Mattie! If he wor twenty fathers, he shan't come near ye. Mat. Oh, Bill! if you could find him for me! He would take me home. Bill.

Among the next applicants for admission at the painting-room door were two whom Valentine had expected to see at a much earlier period of the day Mr. Matthew Marksman and Zack. "How late you are!" he said, as he shook hands with young Thorpe. Mat, let me introduce you. This is my old friend, Mr. Blyth, whom I told you of."

Then she went on: "Uncle Mat wants me to stay a month or six weeks with him, and I think I ought to, after. deserting him for so long.

Women last longer than men at the Black-Smoke, and Tsin-ling has a deal of the old man's blood in him, though he DOES smoke cheap stuff. The bazar-woman knew when she was going two days before her time; and SHE died on a clean mat with a nicely wadded pillow, and the old man hung up her pipe just above the Joss. He was always fond of her, I fancy. But he took her bangles just the same.

Lying across the foot of Po-Po's nuptial couch was a smaller one made of Koar-wood; a thin, strong cord, twisted from the fibres of the husk of the cocoa-nut, and woven into an exceedingly light sort of network, forming its elastic body. Spread upon this was a single, fine mat, with a roll of dried ferns for a pillow, and a strip of white tappa for a sheet. This couch was mine.

Kolya, with a frown, angry, with one shove of a well-knit body jumped off the bed, almost without touching it. Now he was standing on the little mat near the bed, naked, well-formed, splendid in all the magnificence of his blooming, youthful body. "Kolya!" Jennka called him quietly, insistently and caressingly. "Kolechka!"

Next, there came two schoolboys together, who asked for and bought a crib to "Virgil;" and then a girl who wanted some cheap French reading-book. Just as the clock began to strike five, Mr. Emblem lifted his head and looked up. The shop-door opened, and there stepped in, rubbing his shoes on the mat as if he belonged to the house, an elderly gentleman of somewhat singular appearance.