Amy and Marion's voyage around the world . nd ham) to the 866 Amy and Marions Voyqge. place where those edibles were waiting to beconsumed. The house of the principal Indian in the vil-lage was hospitably open for our accommodation,and there the dinner-baskets were unpacked,and around the festive board our famished com-pany disposed themselves; not too hungry andtired however, for much merriment during theprogress of the meal. At its close gracefulspeeches were made relative to the ladies fromthe United States, whose visit to Luzon had oc-casioned this excursion; and in their behalf
Amy and Marion's voyage around the world . nd ham) to the 866 Amy and Marions Voyqge. place where those edibles were waiting to beconsumed. The house of the principal Indian in the vil-lage was hospitably open for our accommodation,and there the dinner-baskets were unpacked,and around the festive board our famished com-pany disposed themselves; not too hungry andtired however, for much merriment during theprogress of the meal. At its close gracefulspeeches were made relative to the ladies fromthe United States, whose visit to Luzon had oc-casioned this excursion; and in their behalf rose to make a polite reply. He gave our companions to understand that ifthe coming of said ladies to Luzon had givenpleasure to any of them, it was in no wise beyondwhat they themselves experienced in makingsuch delightful acquaintances. It takes Arthurto do up this sort of thing in style, and myopinion is he over-did it. I felt like sticking apin into him, but unhappily the table was be-tween us; for even if there was a fair amount of. Kulu Girl. —Page 366. Excursion to Pagsanjan. 369 truth, in his remarks, did I want those people tobelieve we thought so much of them that weshould sail from Manila the next week withaching hearts ? After dinner came a stroll through the village,and into the venerable Catholic church (such adamaged set I dont think had ever honored Pag-sanjan before) ; then carriages were ready to takeus to Santa Cruz, the town near which the Dwende lay at anchor. The wide, smoothroad led through groves of tall cocoa palms andopen paddy fields, and beyond them Majajayrose grandly in the twilight. That was a soberdrive for me, because Mr. Searle was my vis-d-visin the barouche, and we did not feel quite serene,or even cheerful. Good friends as we are, itseems to be a peculiarity of ours to aggravateeach other every now and then, and during thisday we had succeeded in doing it better (orworse) than ever before. My fault chiefly I knew it was, and felt re-mors
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