Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . on the left cheek? On the right, I think. Precisely. Did they take you out to their quinta at Cintra? No; I do not think they spoke of having one there, and we wereat Cintra several da3s; Jesuino was studying at Coimbra. What aqueer c^ld town it is. Did 3ou graduate there? I am sorry to say that I am not a university man. I emigrated toBrazil and was deep in politics when I should Ikuc been whiskingmy
Three Vassar girls in South America : a holiday trip of three college girls through the southern continent, up the Amazon, down the Madeira, across the Andes, and up the Pacific coast to Panama . on the left cheek? On the right, I think. Precisely. Did they take you out to their quinta at Cintra? No; I do not think they spoke of having one there, and we wereat Cintra several da3s; Jesuino was studying at Coimbra. What aqueer c^ld town it is. Did 3ou graduate there? I am sorry to say that I am not a university man. I emigrated toBrazil and was deep in politics when I should Ikuc been whiskingmy students gown through the college cloisters. That Senhor Silva was related to her good Portuguese friends Avasat once a passport, and for the remainder of the voyage he assumedthe easy footing of an old acquaintance. ()l tlieir other lellow-passengers Maud onlv noticed a tonsuredpriest, reading his bre\iary, and, j^tacing the upper deck alone, a sen-hora from Rio, returning from a visit to the North, and a little go\-erness going out to a family in Pernambuco. Recovery from sea-sickness is always rapid, and the next dayTvlaud was able to get out her water-colors, and to begin a sketch of. m^A f»ooh^ A LEAF FROM MAUDS SKETCH-BOOK. THE VOYAGE. 29 the open sea. She was sitting under the shelter of the smoke-staek,at a little distance Irom her party, to whom Delight was readingaloud from Bates Naturalist on the Amazons, when a broad shadowfell across her paper, and the photographer addressed her: Excuse the intrusion, he remarked glibly, -I am myself an artistin an humble way; my name is Jenkins and I will be obliged if youwill examine some of my work. As he spoke he otteredher a package of photo-graphs, and Mauds artisticimpulses conquered the -?slight aversion which shefelt for the pushing charac-ter of the individual. Shelooked over his views, andinquired if they were forsale, for many of themwere \ery good. I regret, he replied,that I have not providedmyself with sufficient m
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