A Child of the Orient

age, yet things which I would not give up for the most normal and sweetest of childhoods. He had taught me the Greek Revolution as no book could ever have done ; and he had given me an idea of the big things expected of men. He had given me a worship for my race amounting to superstition, and bequeathed to me a hatred for the Turks which would have warped my intelligence, had I not been blessed almost from my infancy with a power of observing for myself, and also had not good fortune given me little Turkish Kiamele as a constant companion. In the abstract, the Turks, from the deeds they had done, had taken their place in my mind as the cruellest of races; yet in the concrete thatrace was represented by dark-eyed, pretty little Kiamele, the sweetest and brightest memory of an otherwise bleak infancy. Alongside the deeds of the Greeks, and the bloodshed of the Greek Revolution, I had from her " The Arabian Nights." She told them to me in her picturesque, dramatic way, becoming a horse when a horse had to come into the tale, and any other animal when that animal appeared ; and she imitated them with so great an ingenuity that she suggested the very presence of the animal, with little tax on my imagination. She talked with a thick voice, when a fat man spoke, and a terribly funny piping voice when a thin one spoke. She draped herself exquisitely with her veil, when a princess came into the tale ; and her face assumed the queerest look when the ev- sahibs, or ... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.