. A story from the Philippines . floor and walls were of solidmahogany, polished so that you could al-most see your face in them. It was a largeroom. In one corner was the retablo(altar)—a fixture in every Filipino home—rich or poor. / 70 A Story from the Philippines. For the first time in many months, in factsince I had left home, I made my toilet likea gentleman, and I certainly felt better, andmore fit to present myself to my little hos-tess. It was just about the time appointedfor dinner. I descended the broad polishedstairs at the foot of which was SenoritaMarchan and Antonio. They were b
. A story from the Philippines . floor and walls were of solidmahogany, polished so that you could al-most see your face in them. It was a largeroom. In one corner was the retablo(altar)—a fixture in every Filipino home—rich or poor. / 70 A Story from the Philippines. For the first time in many months, in factsince I had left home, I made my toilet likea gentleman, and I certainly felt better, andmore fit to present myself to my little hos-tess. It was just about the time appointedfor dinner. I descended the broad polishedstairs at the foot of which was SenoritaMarchan and Antonio. They were bothdressed in white. The seuorita lookedsweet and pretty. She had a white rose inher hair, and she looked a lovely little Span-ish lady. But Antonio was transformed. I scarcerecognized my little barefoot insurrecto ofthe camp. He and his sister made a lowcurtsey and said, Merry Christmas, SenorBilly. I replied, Merry Christmas andmany of them. And we went into the dining room. Al-though it did not look like our home Christ-. CXI sotc r**— 05 0) (B a: 0?
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