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Updated: May 24, 2025
Madam Filippa, being great of heart, as women commonly are who are verily in love, resolved, although counselled to the contrary by many of her friends and kinsfolk, to appear, choosing rather, confessing the truth, to die with an undaunted spirit, than, meanly fleeing, to live an outlaw in exile and confess herself unworthy of such a lover as he in whose arms she had been the foregoing night.
"What kind of a bird?" inquired Filippa, who loved bird pets. "A kind of Chinese ground-lark. It has large eyes and a long bill, and its feathers are spotted," replied Fil. We were passing over the bridge that carried the road over an arm of the sea, the purple sea, which had a white foam-edge. I noticed a boat moving against the tide. It had no engine, no sails, no rowers at the oarlocks.
After a late dinner, Fil and Filippa as usual kissed the hands of their parents, bowed to them, and retired. I thought how dutiful a custom this was, and I recalled how, in my own country, too many rude, selfish children, full of conceit, have little respect for their parents, and really attempt to order their elders around. The Filipino boy seems to know his place, as a boy.
Then I hummed as we went home to have lunch, or "tiffin," as they call it: "All lectures and no candy or fun Make Moro and Fil dull boys." Moro was always up to tricks. I noticed that he was whispering something to Filippa who was laughing. "Tell it out," demanded Filippa's mother. "The bad boy said the coconut, which we are trying to break, is a hairy monkey's head dried."
"Oh, no!" replied Moro. "It's a fruit taken from that low tree over there. The flowers are white. The fruit, shaped like a pear, is yellow." "What makes the delightful jelly red?" I inquired. "Perhaps the cooking, or the sugar that is added," suggested Fil's mother. "You have not yet told about mangoes. Please hand our friend one," said Filippa.
To make cocoa, the oil is extracted, when the beans are ground into a paste. To make chocolate, the oil is not extracted." "I never ate a cocoa bean which was sweet; but a chocolate-drop is sweet," said Filippa, who had bought chocolate-drops in the candy stores. Her father explained: "We add sugar and vanilla, to the brown cocoa bean paste."
"At what are you going to earn your living when you grow up, Fil?" asked the Padre, who was his teacher, when we all met again under the whispering bamboos next morning. Fil thought a minute, pursed his chest out like a pouter pigeon, and replied to the great admiration of Filippa, who was a very loyal sister: "I shall be a Senator, or President."
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