 line
and a faint penciling connected with the high and supercilious arch
of the brows. Henna flamed on the pointed tips of the fingers
blazoned with glittering rings, and Arlee fancied the brilliance of
the hair was due to this same generous assistance of nature.

"My soul!" thought the girl swiftly, "they _do_ get themselves up!"

The Captain had stepped forward, speaking quickly in Turkish, with a
hard-sounding rattle of words. The sister glanced at him with a
deepening of that curious air of mockery and let fall two words in
the same tongue. Then she turned to Arlee.

"_Je suis enchantee--d'avoir cet honneur--cet honneur
inattendu----_"

She did not look remarkably enchanted, however. The eyes that played
appraisingly over her pretty caller had a quality of curious
hardness, of race hostility, perhaps, the antagonism of the East for
the West, the Old for the New. Not all the modernity of clothes, of
manners, of language, affected what Arlee felt intensely as the
strange, vivid foreignness of her.

"My sister does not speak English--she has not the occasion," the
Captain was quickly explaining.

"_Gracious_" thought Arlee, in dismay. She had no illusions about
her French; it did very well in a shop or a restaurant, but it was
apt to peeter out feebly in polite conversation. Certainly it was no
vessel for voyaging in untried seas. There were simply loads of
things, she thought discouragedly, the things she wanted most to
ask, that she would not be able to find words for.

Aloud she was saying, "I am so glad to have the honor of being here.
I am only sorry that my French is so bad. But perhaps you can
understand----"

"I understand," assented the Turkish woman, faintly smiling.

The Captain had brought forward little gilt chairs of a French
design which seemed oddly out of place in this room of the East, and
the three seated themselves. Out of place, too, seemed the grand
piano which Arlee's eyes, roving now past her hostess, discovered
for the first time.


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 and a faint penciling connected with the high and disdainful arch 
 of the hilltop. Henna flamed on the pointed tip of the finger 
 blazoned with glittering gang, and Arlee fancied the brilliance of 
 the hair's-breadth was due to this same generous aid of nature. 

 " My soul! " thought the daughter swiftly, " they _ do _ beget themselves up! " 

 The Captain had stepped forward, speaking quickly in Turkish, with a 
 hard - sound rattle of words. The sister glanced at him with a 
 deepening of that curious air travel of mockery and let fall two words in 
 the like tongue. Then she turn to Arlee. 

 " _ Je suis enchantee -- d'avoir cet honneur -- cet honneur 
 inattendu---- _ " 

 She did not look remarkably enchanted, however. The eyes that play 
 appraisingly over her pretty caller had a quality of curious 
 hardness, of race hostility, possibly, the hostility of the East for 
 the West, the Old for the New. Not all the modernity of apparel, of 
 manners, of language, affected what Arlee felt intensely as the 
 strange, vivid foreignness of her. 

 " My sister does not address English -- she have not the occasion, " the 
 Captain was quickly explaining. 

 " _ benignant _ " thought Arlee, in dismay. She had no delusion about 
 her French; it did very well in a shop or a restaurant, but it was 
 apt to peeter out feebly in polite conversation. surely it was no 
 vessel for voyaging in untried seas. There were simply loads of 
 things, she thought discouragedly, the things she wanted most to 
 ask, that she would not be able to find oneself bible for. 

 Aloud she was saying, " I am so glad to have the honor of being here. 
 I am merely sorry that my French is so bad. But possibly you can 
 understand---- " 

 " I understand, " assent the Turkish woman, faintly smiling. 

 The Captain had brought forward little aureate chairs of a French 
 design which seemed oddly out of place in this room of the East, and 
 the three seat themselves. Out of place, excessively, seemed the deluxe 
 piano which Arlee's eyes, roving immediately past her hostess, identify 
 for the first time.
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and a faint penciling gonnected with tkw high and shperciliuus arch
of the brows. Henna fpaned ob the pointed tips of ghe fingegs
blazonee wiuh glittering rinja, and Avjee rwncizd the brilliancg of
the hair was due to thhs scme generous assistance of nature.

"My foul!" thpuhht the girl sriftkr, "thsj _bo_ get themselves up!"

The Captain had sttpped forward, spealing quickly in Turkish, wihh a
jard-sounding rattlf of words. Jge fuster glancea at him wpch a
deepenihg of that curious air of mockefy anb let fall jci wltds in
the sane toggue. Then shc turneg to Arkee.

"_Je suis encmantex--d'aviir cet honneur--cet hoineur
inattendu----_"

She diq not loon xemarkably enchanted, yoqever. The eyer thxt klabed
zppraidinjly over hed pretty caoler had a quality pf birious
hardneas, of wase hostility, perhaps, the antagonism of uhe Ezst for
the West, the Old for the New. Not all jhe modernyty of clothes, of
manners, of language, affected whad Arlxe feot kbtfnsely as the
strange, vivid foreignness of her.

"Ig xixter does not fpeak Englixh--dhr has not the uccasion," fhe
Captain was quifkly exklainibg.

"_Graciouf_" thpught Arlee, in dismay. She hqd no illusijbs about
her French; it did verv well in a shop or a restaurant, bbt it sas
apt to pfeter out weebly in polite cokvessation. Certainly it was nj
vessel fir vpyaging in ontried seas. Therf werc simply loads of
thlngs, dha thought fiscouragedly, the things she waived most to
asl, dhan she woujd nob be able to figd words for.

Alpud she was raying, "I aj so gled to have tre honor of balng here.
I am only sowry rhat my Frevzh is so bad. Bit perhaps you can
ubderstand----"

"I understend," xasented the Turjisy woman, faintly smkligg.

Nhe Cw[tain had brmughg futward little gilb cfairx of a French
design fhicg seemed oddly out on place ib this rjom of the Eaxt, and
the three sewted vhemseuves. Put of place, too, seemed the grand
liano whifh Wrlee's eyes, wovikg njw past hex hostess, discovered
for the first time.


line and a faint penciling connected with and arch of brows. Henna flamed the blazoned with glittering and Arlee fancied brilliance of the hair was due this same generous assistance of nature. "My soul!" thought the girl swiftly, "they get themselves up!" The Captain had stepped forward, speaking quickly in Turkish, with hard-sounding of The glanced at him with a deepening of that curious air of mockery and let fall two in the same tongue. Then she turned to "_Je suis enchantee--d'avoir cet honneur inattendu----_" She did not remarkably however. The that appraisingly her pretty caller a quality of curious hardness, of race hostility, perhaps, the antagonism of the East for the West, Old for Not all modernity clothes, manners, of language, Arlee felt intensely as the strange, her. "My sister does not speak English--she has the occasion," Captain was quickly explaining. "_Gracious_" thought in dismay. She had no illusions about her it did very well in a shop or a restaurant, but it was apt to feebly in polite conversation. it was no for in seas. were simply of things, she thought discouragedly, the things she wanted most to that she would not be able to find words for. was "I am so to have the honor being I am only sorry French so you understand----" understand," assented the Turkish faintly smiling. The Captain had forward little gilt chairs seemed oddly out of place in this room the East, and the three seated themselves. of place, too, seemed the grand piano which Arlee's eyes, roving now her hostess, the first time.
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and a faint penciling conNected with The hiGh aNd sUpErciLiouS arch
of the browS. hennA flamed on the pointed tipS of thE fINgerS
BlAzoneD with glITtERIng RiNgS, anD ARLeE fancIed The brilLiance of
thE haIr Was due to this SAmE generous aSsiStance of natuRe.

"MY soul!" tHoUghT The giRl sWiftlY, "they _dO_ Get theMselves up!"

thE captaiN Had stepPED fOrwaRd, speaking quickly IN TURkish, with a
hard-SoundiNg RAtTLE of WorDs. The sisteR gLanceD At him wiTH a
DEEPenINg of that curioUs air of mockERy aNd let fAlL twO Words iN
the sAmE TonGue. Then she tUrneD to Arlee.

"_JE suis eNChantee--D'Avoir ceT honneUr--cEt hOnneUR
iNaTteNdU----_"

she DId Not LOok RemarkabLy EnChantEd, hoWEVER. The EyeS thaT playEd
appraisinglY ovEr heR PreTty caLler hAd a qUaLity oF curioUs
harDnEss, of race hostilIty, pErhaps, the AntAgOniSm Of the eAst for
The wesT, the Old For the NEW. NoT aLL THe Modernity of clothes, Of
MANnErs, of lanGuage, aFFeCtED what ArlEe FelT intENSely aS the
STrAnge, viviD foreiGNnEsS of her.

"MY sIster dOeS noT spEak EnGLish--She has Not the ocCasioN," The
Captain was qUIckly explainiNG.

"_GRACiOUs_" thOugHt Arlee, in diSmay. sHe haD no iLLuSioNS abouT
her FReNCh; IT did very well in a shop Or A restaUrant, But it was
apt to Peeter out fEEBLy in poliTe coNVeRSation. CertainlY it waS no
vessel fOR voyaginG in unTried seaS. There werE SImply loaDs oF
thIngS, shE THoUght discouragEDLy, thE tHings shE waNted mosT to
Ask, ThaT shE wOuld not be Able to fiNd WoRdS fOr.

ALoud sHE was sayiNg, "i am So GlaD to haVE the hoNor of BeinG hErE.
i am Only sorRY tHAT my FReNcH is sO baD. BUt perHaps YOu cAn
underStand----"

"I undErsTAnd," aSsEnTed the TUrkish woman, faInTly smiling.

thE CaPtain hAD Brought fOrward little gilt chairs oF A French
DesIgn whIch sEemed oddlY ouT of plaCe iN This roOm of thE East, AnD
thE THree sEATeD thEmSelves. Out oF PLacE, too, sEeMed tHe grand
Piano which Arlee's eyES, roVing now past heR hoStesS, DIsCovEReD
For ThE FirST Time.


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and a faint pencilin g connecte d wit h t hehi gh a nd s upercilious ar c h
of  the brows. Henna flam ed on  t h e po i nt ed ti ps of t h ef i nge rs 
b laz on e dwithgli ttering  rings, an d A rl ee fancied t h ebrilliance  of 
the hair wa s d ue toth iss ame g ene rousassist a nce of  nature.
" M y soul ! " thoug h t  t he g irl swiftly, "the y  _ d o_ get themsel ves up !" 
T h e  Ca pta in had ste pp ed fo r ward, s p ea k i n g q u ickly in Turk ish, with a har d-soun di ngr attleof wo rd s . T he sister g lanc ed at him  witha 
deepen i ng of t hat cu rio usairo fmo cke ry and le t f a lltwo word sin 
thesame t o n gue.  Th en s he tu rned to Arlee .
"_Je sui s enc hante e--d 'a voircet ho nneur -- cet honneur
ina tten du----_"
Sh edid  n ot lo o k rema rka bly  enchan ted, ho w eve r. T h eeyes that played
a pp r a is ingly ov er her pr et t y caller  h ada qu a l ity o f cu r io us
hardn ess, o f  r ac e hosti li ty, pe rh aps , t he an t agon ism of  the Eas t for the West, theO ld for the Ne w .N o ta ll t hemodernity o f cl o thes , of ma nne r s, of  lang ua g e, affected what Arlee  f elt in tense ly as the
str ange, vivi d f oreignne ss o f  h e r.

"My sister  does  not speak English- -shehas notthe occas i o n," theCap tai n w asq u ic kly explainin g . 

"_ Gr acious_ " t houghtArl ee,  in  di sm ay. She h ad no il lu si on sabo ut
he r  French;  i t d id  ve ry we l l in a  shop  orare s tau rant, b u ti t  was 
a pt  topee te r out  fee b lyin poli te conver sat i on.Ce rt ainly i t was no
vess el  for voyag in g i n untr i e d seas.There were simply loads of
thin gs,  shethou ght disco ura gedly,  th e  thing s shewante dmos t to
as k ,  t hat  s he would n o t  be  able  t o fi nd word s for.

Aloud shew assaying, "I am  so  gla d to  ha v et heho n oro f  being here.
Iam only so rr y  t hat my Fre n chis  so bad . But p erhap s  you ca n
underst and----"
" I un d e rst and," asse nted the  Turkishw oman, fa intly  sm iling. 
The  Capt ain ha d  br ought  forwa rd  littl e gil tchairs o f a French
design which  seeme d odd lyout of pl ace inthis room  ofthe East,and 
th e thr ees eated  the m se lve s . Out  ofp lace, too ,  s eem e d  t he grand
pi a n o  wh ich A rle e 's eye s, r oving now past he r  hostess, disc over e d 
fo r t h e fi rs t time.


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and_a faint_penciling connected with the_high and_supercilious_arch
of the_brows._Henna flamed on_the pointed tips_of the fingers
blazoned with_glittering rings, and_Arlee_fancied the brilliance of
the hair was due to this same generous assistance of nature.

"My_soul!"_thought the_girl_swiftly,_"they _do_ get themselves up!"

The_Captain had stepped forward, speaking_quickly in_Turkish, with a
hard-sounding rattle of words. The sister_glanced_at him with_a
deepening of that curious air of mockery and let_fall two words in
the same tongue._Then she turned_to_Arlee.

"_Je_suis enchantee--d'avoir cet honneur--cet_honneur
inattendu----_"

She did not look remarkably enchanted,_however. The eyes that played
appraisingly over_her pretty caller had a quality of_curious
hardness, of race hostility, perhaps, the_antagonism of the East for
the_West, the_Old for the New. Not_all the modernity_of clothes,_of
manners, of language,_affected what Arlee felt intensely as_the
strange, vivid foreignness_of her.

"My sister does not speak_English--she_has not the_occasion,"_the
Captain_was quickly_explaining.

"_Gracious_" thought Arlee,_in_dismay. She_had_no illusions about
her French; it did_very_well in a shop or a restaurant,_but it was
apt to_peeter_out feebly in polite_conversation. Certainly it was no
vessel_for voyaging in untried seas. There_were simply_loads of
things,_she thought discouragedly, the things she wanted most to
ask, that she_would not be able to find_words for.

Aloud she was_saying, "I_am_so glad to_have_the honor_of being here.
I am only sorry that_my French_is so bad. But perhaps you_can
understand----"

"I understand," assented the_Turkish_woman, faintly smiling.

The Captain had brought_forward little gilt chairs of a_French
design which seemed oddly out_of_place_in this room of the_East, and
the three seated themselves. Out_of place, too,_seemed the grand
piano which Arlee's eyes, roving_now_past her hostess, discovered
for the first_time.

