Roy and Ray in Mexico . e, its little plaza withfine old trees and brilliant flowers, and its walledprivate gardens over which flowering vines weretrailing and the tops of trees could be seen. They must be lovely, inside, sighed Ray. We shall see some gardens before we leaveMexico, said her mother. As they went along, the children kept pointingout to each other the little things that were newto them along the road; the women making tor-tillas (very thin corn cakes) in the doorways,patting them thin with their hands on a flat stoneor platter—the water-carrier in his leather cuirassand helmet, w
Roy and Ray in Mexico . e, its little plaza withfine old trees and brilliant flowers, and its walledprivate gardens over which flowering vines weretrailing and the tops of trees could be seen. They must be lovely, inside, sighed Ray. We shall see some gardens before we leaveMexico, said her mother. As they went along, the children kept pointingout to each other the little things that were newto them along the road; the women making tor-tillas (very thin corn cakes) in the doorways,patting them thin with their hands on a flat stoneor platter—the water-carrier in his leather cuirassand helmet, with a great metal jar in front andone behind, held on by a strap across his leather-protected forehead—the processions of donkeysloaded with charcoal or wood or straw, and nevergoing faster than an easy walk—the carts withonly two wheels, but these very large, as high asthe cart or higher—and a street-car, all paintedwhite and looking like a childs hearse, the frontend of which was arranged for carrying MEXICOS PRESIDENT 91 Why, mother, do they go to funerals on street-cars 1 asked Ray, quite shocked. It seems so, said Mrs. Stevens, the car linesgo to the cemeteries and so the people have trainsof cars reserved and all follow the hearse in thatway, often carrying their floral pieces with is the first time I have seen a car arranged asa hearse, however, for nearly always there is areal hearse to lead the procession. Well, if they have reserved cars, its allright, said Ray, but I should hate to go to afuneral in a car anybody could get into. I thought you were going to tell us about Pres-ident Diaz, father, said Roy, as they reached theterminus at Tacubaya, and waited for the car tostart back. So I was. I intended to tell you somethingabout his career as president only, but whenI came to look into his history I found hisearly life so interesting and full of adventure thatI thought you would enjoy that even more. Hewas born at Oaxaca (Wah-hah-ca) in 183
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