LETTER XIV. 157 



tribe is, that though not pretty, their faces are 

 pleasing, their figures perfect, if it were not that 

 they are a little square-shouldered, and their 

 hands and feet exquisitely small and shapely. 

 Being shy or unobservant, this traveller is bound 

 to admit that he never saw an Indian lady whom 

 he could distinguish from her male relatives. 

 Certainly all he saw wore blankets of brilliant 

 colours in much the same fashion, and sat astride 

 their horses with masculine firmness and freedom. 

 But then, Pat, you know I would rather face a 

 crocodile than meet a ladies' school, or any other 

 female. 



Yours truly, 



C. P. W. 



