MARK TWAIN

(for seats in the dining-saloon) and was proud of my
manly assertion of my rights. When he yielded and looked
so meek and abashed, I felt infinitely ashamed of my-
self. Did not get through blushing for an hour.

In a Bermuda Boarding House

Read self to sleep with the Ladies Book of 44 years
ago—such pieces as the "Broken Vow" (Mrs. Norton),
"The Lone Indian," etc. They were a sad and sentimental
lot in those days. Then I woke Joe up with my snoring,
and he came in and after a world of row and trouble got
me awake, I apologized.

Drove alongshore—one horse and intelligent young
colored man. The seaview always enchanting—light green
water striped here and there with brown where rocks
lying near surface. Sailboats flying over the rippled water,
distant glimpses of brilliant green water through narrow
gaps between many little islands.

Here and there his notebook is illustrated with
sketches—palm tree, bamboo, etc.

The whitest, loveliest chimneys with soft shade on the
shady side. They don't look like marble but something
whiter, daintier, richer—white sugar is the nearest to it.
No sign of mortar joints or any joints of any kind in house
or chimney—just solid seamless white sugar, carved out of
a single cake—then the windows sawed out and the green
Venetian blinds put on.

There is a painful and constant sense of a great unde-
finable lack here—at last it burst upon us what it was—
Tramps!

Living is very cheap and there are potatoes and onions
for all. Nobody can starve. Plenty of schools—everybody
can read.

Rent a cottage for $5 a month; heavy farm work wages

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