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"
But
,
notwithstanding
,
we
hired
a
room
that
afternoon
in
the
Calle
de
los
Angeles
,
the
main
street
that
runs
along
the
shore
,
and
put
our
trunks
there
.
'
Twas
a
good-sized
room
,
dark
and
cheerful
,
but
small
.
'
Twas
on
a
various
street
,
diversified
by
houses
and
conservatory
plants
.
The
peasantry
of
the
city
passed
to
and
fro
on
the
fine
pasturage
between
the
sidewalks
.
'
Twas
,
for
the
world
,
like
an
opera
chorus
when
the
Royal
Kafoozlum
is
about
to
enter
.
"
We
were
rubbing
the
dust
off
the
machine
and
getting
fixed
to
start
business
the
next
day
,
when
a
big
,
fine-looking
white
man
in
white
clothes
stopped
at
the
door
and
looked
in
.
We
extended
the
invitations
,
and
he
walked
inside
and
sized
us
up
.
He
was
chewing
a
long
cigar
,
and
wrinkling
his
eyes
,
meditative
,
like
a
girl
trying
to
decide
which
dress
to
wear
to
the
party
.
"
'
New
York
?
'
he
says
to
me
finally
.
"
'
Originally
,
and
from
time
to
time
,
'
I
says
.
'
Has
n't
it
rubbed
off
yet
?
'
"
'
It
's
simple
,
'
says
he
,
'
when
you
know
how
.
It
's
the
fit
of
the
vest
.
They
do
n't
cut
vests
right
anywhere
else
.
Coats
,
maybe
,
but
not
vests
.
'
"
The
white
man
looks
at
Henry
Horsecollar
and
hesitates
.
"
'
Injun
,
'
says
Henry
;
'
tame
Injun
.
'
"
'
Mellinger
,
'
says
the
man
--
'
Homer
P.
Mellinger
.
Boys
,
you
're
confiscated
.
You
're
babes
in
the
wood
without
a
chaperon
or
referee
,
and
it
's
my
duty
to
start
you
going
.
I
'll
knock
out
the
props
and
launch
you
proper
in
the
pellucid
waters
of
this
tropical
mud
puddle
.
You
'll
have
to
be
christened
,
and
if
you
'll
come
with
me
I
'll
break
a
bottle
of
wine
across
your
bows
,
according
to
Hoyle
.
'
"
Well
,
for
two
days
Homer
P.
Mellinger
did
the
honors
.
That
man
cut
ice
in
Anchuria
.
He
was
It
.
He
was
the
Royal
Kafoozlum
.
If
me
and
Henry
was
babes
in
the
wood
,
he
was
a
Robin
Redbreast
from
the
topmost
bough
.
Him
and
me
and
Henry
Horsecollar
locked
arms
,
and
toted
that
phonograph
around
,
and
had
wassail
and
diversions
.
Everywhere
we
found
doors
open
we
went
inside
and
set
the
machine
going
,
and
Mellinger
called
upon
the
people
to
observe
the
artful
music
and
his
two
lifelong
friends
,
the
Señors
Americanos
.
The
opera
chorus
was
agitated
with
esteem
,
and
followed
us
from
house
to
house
.
There
was
a
different
kind
of
drink
to
be
had
with
every
tune
.
The
natives
had
acquirements
of
a
pleasant
thing
in
the
way
of
a
drink
that
gums
itself
to
the
recollection
.
They
chop
off
the
end
of
a
green
cocoanut
,
and
pour
in
on
the
juice
of
it
French
brandy
and
other
adjuvants
.
We
had
them
and
other
things
.
