The Adventures of Harry Richmond Book 3

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Bowls of hot coffee and milk with white rolls of bread to dip in them refreshed us at a forest inn. For some minutes after the meal Temple and I talked like inter-changeing puffs of steam but soon subsided to our staring fit. The pipes were lit again. What we heard sounded like a language of the rocks and caves and roots plucked up a language of gluttons feasting; the word ja was like a door always on the hinge in every mouth. Dumpy children bulky men compressed old women with baked faces and comical squat dogs kept the villages partly alive. We observed one young urchin sitting on a stone opposite a dog and he and the dog took alternate bites off a platter-shaped cake big enough to require both his hands to hold it. Whether the dog ever snapped more than his share was matter of speculation to us. It was an education for him in good manners and when we were sitting at dinner we wished our companions had enjoyed it. They fed with their heads in their plates splashed and clattered jaws without paying us any hospitable attention whatever so that we had the dish of Lazarus.