An Englishwoman in the Philippines . ht reds and yellows, with no smell, andvery gaudy and handsome. Many of them I haveseen in hothouses at home, especially one bigbright yellow funnel-shaped flower; but I dontknow any of their names, except the native wordstold me by the charming white-haired old Filipinogardener who brings them. Amongst the last lotwas a thing exactly like a large periwinkle, whichmade me think at once of the garden at home, andsome stuff like May-blossom, which made me feelmore homesick than ever! They are beautiful, allthese flowers, when they come in fresh, but there is
An Englishwoman in the Philippines . ht reds and yellows, with no smell, andvery gaudy and handsome. Many of them I haveseen in hothouses at home, especially one bigbright yellow funnel-shaped flower; but I dontknow any of their names, except the native wordstold me by the charming white-haired old Filipinogardener who brings them. Amongst the last lotwas a thing exactly like a large periwinkle, whichmade me think at once of the garden at home, andsome stuff like May-blossom, which made me feelmore homesick than ever! They are beautiful, allthese flowers, when they come in fresh, but there is noscent about them, and they seldom live twenty-fourhours. One I do recognise, and that is the Cannalily, which I have seen in hothouses at home, andsome irises of different sorts. I am feeling muchbetter, so we went for a drive yesterday betweenthe showers, but got caught in two tremendoussqualls—one in the town and one on the Moloroad. The calesa has a hood, which is raised oncrooks, and one can shut oneself in altogether in 292. o <! < <o o z 35 THE WET MONSOON 293 heavy rain, with an arrangement of waterproofcurtains, the reins passing through a hole in thehigh apron. It looks so funny, in wet weather,to see the bottled-up calesas going about, beingdriven as by magic, with the miserable sota (groom)trying to make the best of his narrow perchbehind. The roads were a maze of huge pools of water,through which we just splashed anyhow, and all thepalm-groves were brilliantly green, and full of newlittle fairy lakes, which looked so lovely that theywere well worth the discomforts of the the huge Priests College, a little way out ofIloilo, we saw some carabaos having a glorioustime in various new pools. They looked verypictm-esque, with their great dark curved horns,standing out against the shining water and thegreen grass. The greenness is wonderful—toowonderful. There is no beauty of purples andsoft blues about a wet day here; it is all grey andgreen, and
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