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"We don't care when they burn up," remarked Fil, who received from his father a stern look, and the order not to joke too much. As we walked home, we passed a man who carried a bamboo over one shoulder. At one end of the pole hung a thick piece of hollow bamboo. At the other end of the pole hung an earthenware jug, tied in a net of rattan. Behind him followed a herd of goats.
"Imagination has as much as taste to do with food; and, unless you call my next stewed monkey dish, deer or lamb, I won't eat it," I remarked. Fil and Moro laughed and winked; for they had planned this true but strange story to make me feel uncomfortable for a minute. We all climbed back into the buffalo-wagon, to go homeward.
We used to shoot buffaloes in our country, and the few now remaining we guard behind iron fences in zoo gardens." "Here he comes!" exclaimed Fil and Moro together. "Boys, boys, be careful!" I cried. "Let us frighten our guest," whispered Moro.
"Fresh milk and bottled milk for children," he cried. "What is he, a curio seller?" I asked. "No, a milkman," answered Fil. "The bamboo jug is a pint measure. The earthen bottle holds the milk. And if you want fresh, warm milk for the baby, he will milk it here from one of his nibbling goats, right into the bamboo jug."
A tall figure, clothed in some long white garment, was gliding towards them. It kept in the shadow, and they could see no details, only a light mass that was slowly and steadily advancing apparently straight to where they were crouching beside the wall. Fil was trembling like a leaf, Nora declared afterward that her hair stood on end, Ingred and Verity felt shivers run down their spines.
Don't imagine that I want to become a procurator; I want these works for my Sahalin book. I am going to direct my attack chiefly against life sentences, in which I see the root of all the evils; and against the laws dealing with exiles, which are fearfully out of date and contradictory. ALEXIN, May 17, 1891. Golden, mother-of-pearl, and fil d'Ecosse Lika!
"The Pioneers," otherwise VA., were as anxious as any of the other forms to carry off laurels. Even Fil, much under protest, really made quite an effort to work. "You ought to help me with my exercises, though, Ingred," she wheedled. "Remember, it's for the benefit of the form. If you let me make mistakes, well it's the form that will suffer. You can't call it my fault, it's on your own head.
Verity Richmond, who, with Nora, Filomena and Ingred, represented VA. in the hostel, was a brisk, up-to-date, go-ahead girl, full of fun and high spirits. She was a capital mimic, and had a turn for repartee that, quite good-naturedly, laid any adversary flat in the dust. If Nora and Fil were like rose and lily, she was decidedly the robin of the party.
"That must have been in Coconutville, when a coconut clock was striking, under a coconut moon," laughed Fil, who sometimes was full of smart wit. "But what I have said is exactly and solemnly true," replied his gentle mother. "I understand it now," I replied, "and I see how one coconut tree would make me richer than a whole forest of poplar or oak trees at home."
We Filipinos, also, split the fiber and weave it into many kinds of cloth. Sometimes we mix silk or cotton with the abacá hemp." "I am sure our friend would like to learn about sugar," remarked Fil, who had a sweet tooth for candy. Fil's father took up this part of the story, and said: "Sugar of course comes from a sweet cane, which is grown on high land. The cane is cut down.
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