. A story from the Philippines . by this time,and for once Antonio had no use for SeilorBilly or the Americano cabalia. He wasquite content to sit on the faithful Tomasshoulder, and in this way he was carried tohis home. On the way to the senoritas home we 66 A Story from the Philippines. passed some worshippers celebrating Navi-clad (Christmas). We rode for abouthalf a mile, when the senorita pointed outher home to me. It was a Filipino grandecasa (big house or mansion). It was builton a piece of land which was almost anisland. On one side stretched the ocean,and in front quite close to the h
. A story from the Philippines . by this time,and for once Antonio had no use for SeilorBilly or the Americano cabalia. He wasquite content to sit on the faithful Tomasshoulder, and in this way he was carried tohis home. On the way to the senoritas home we 66 A Story from the Philippines. passed some worshippers celebrating Navi-clad (Christmas). We rode for abouthalf a mile, when the senorita pointed outher home to me. It was a Filipino grandecasa (big house or mansion). It was builton a piece of land which was almost anisland. On one side stretched the ocean,and in front quite close to the house ran alittle rivulet, over which was spanned a lit-tle bridge. The house itself plain, big and im-posing. It was white and the porches wereof bamboo. All the windows were latticedor barred with bamboo. We had to ridethrough a small grove of palms before wereached the house. As we drew rein, an oldwoman came out to the door-step. The sen-orita slipped from her horse, and in a min-ute the old woman was rocking her in her. •. - ^ -w^-»— 2 I—I^- o> 0)i- o Christmas Day. 67 arms, crying, My favorita, my amor (mydarling child, my loved one). When the senorita recovered her compo-sure, she turned to me and said, smilingthrough her tears, This is my good oldMadre Marta—she has been my nurse sinceI was born. Marta, this is my very goodfriend, the Americano seilor who has savedAntonio and myself perhaps from death,and he brought us home. And then the old Filipino nurse wished toembrace me, but I said, I think the sen-orita overestimates what little service Ihave been to her. Senorita Marchan made a pretty, courtlycurtsey to me, and said in Spanish, Wel-come to my fathers home, seiior. She turned to Marta and to Tomas and said. Take Seiior Billvs men into the house */ and make them comfortable and happy. 68 A Story from the Philippines. They are our guests for to-day. And turn-ing to me she said, You will spend yourChristmas with us, senor—you shall occupymy fathers
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