. The Saturday evening post. lly the big feast he was paying forand that the women were getting ready. Being wishful to see the bride, we went to a place thatwas half a cavern and half a house, built over a cellar wherethe animals stayed. It was without doors and had rockyshelves for sleeping rooms. The little bride, a pretty girlof fourteen, kept her head down and looked sad, as is thecustom. I wouldnt blame a Moslem woman for lookingsad under the circumstances. We wished her happinessand gave her wedding presents; then took our way in thestarlight down narrow winding alleys, escorted by half
. The Saturday evening post. lly the big feast he was paying forand that the women were getting ready. Being wishful to see the bride, we went to a place thatwas half a cavern and half a house, built over a cellar wherethe animals stayed. It was without doors and had rockyshelves for sleeping rooms. The little bride, a pretty girlof fourteen, kept her head down and looked sad, as is thecustom. I wouldnt blame a Moslem woman for lookingsad under the circumstances. We wished her happinessand gave her wedding presents; then took our way in thestarlight down narrow winding alleys, escorted by half thevillage, listening to marriage cries uttered by an ancientlady with sheet-iron lungs, and helped over bad places byslender, lean hands with the thumbs curved out. Presently the tall Arab at my side said: Cit—whichis Lady or Madam, when a foreigner is addressed—I spik English. I was in Chicago seven-eight years—Clark Street. I had the cart with oranges. I like it, livingin Chicago. Here I asked the obvious
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