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Updated: June 17, 2025
This was Alima, a tall long-limbed lass, well-knit and evidently both strong and agile. Her eyes were splendid, wide, fearless, as free from suspicion as a child's who has never been rebuked. Her interest was more that of an intent boy playing a fascinating game than of a girl lured by an ornament. The others moved a bit farther out, holding firmly, watching.
Upon the next table are the sea craw-fish and sea locusts; and upon the succeeding table the visitor will remark the destructive scorpion-lobster of India, the excavations of which seriously damage the roads of that part of the world; Shrimps in all their varieties; the delicate alima, with its pale thin shell; and the long king crab.
"Are the women in your country so weak that they could not carry such a thing as that?" "It is a convention," he said. "We assume that motherhood is a sufficient burden that men should carry all the others." "What a beautiful feeling!" she said, her blue eyes shining. "Does it work?" asked Alima, in her keen, swift way. "Do all men in all countries carry everything? Or is it only in yours?"
There they were Celis, Alima, Ellador looking just as they had when we first saw them, standing a little way off from us, as interested, as mischievous as three schoolboys. "Hold on, Terry hold on!" I warned. "That's too easy. Look out for a trap." "Let us appeal to their kind hearts," Jeff urged. "I think they will help us. Perhaps they've got knives."
Here we were, penniless guests and strangers, with no chance even to use our strength and courage nothing to defend them from or protect them against. "We can at least give them our names," Jeff insisted. They were very sweet about it, quite willing to do whatever we asked, to please us. As to the names, Alima, frank soul that she was, asked what good it would do.
Ellador and I talked it all out together, so that we had an easier experience of it when the real miracle time came. Also, between us, we made things clearer to Jeff and Celis. But Terry would not listen to reason. He was madly in love with Alima. He wanted to take her by storm, and nearly lost her forever.
While Terry and Alima struck sparks and parted he always madly drawn to her and she to him she must have been, or she'd never have stood the way he behaved Ellador and I had already a deep, restful feeling, as if we'd always had one another. Jeff and Celis were happy; there was no question of that; but it didn't seem to me as if they had the good times we did.
While we ate the excellent biscuits they had thrown us, and while Ellador kept a watchful eye on our movements, Celis ran off to some distance, and set up a sort of "duck-on-a-rock" arrangement, a big yellow nut on top of three balanced sticks; Alima, meanwhile, gathering stones.
Celis suddenly demanded. "Why, yes," Jeff explained. "They have their maiden names their father's names, that is." "And what becomes of them?" asked Alima. "They change them for their husbands', my dear," Terry answered her. "Change them? Do the husbands then take the wives' 'maiden names'?" "Oh, no," he laughed. "The man keeps his own and gives it to her, too."
"At the same time?" asked Ellador. "Why yes. The children play about, and the mother has charge of it all. There are servants, of course." It seemed so obvious, so natural to Terry, that he always grew impatient; but the girls were honestly anxious to understand. "How many children do your women have?" Alima had her notebook out now, and a rather firm set of lip. Terry began to dodge.
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