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a good boxful, together with a bunch of bananas, to 

 the hotel, where he was to put them under the bed in 

 my room for safe keeping, while I went out to attend 

 to some matters of business, intending on my return to 

 bring them triumphantly forth for the delectation of 

 father and Shelley. But when I came back, there in 

 the middle of the room was the box, the bunch of 

 bananas beside it, while near at hand sat father and 

 Shelley, each devouring, with evident relish, a pine- 

 apple. Pretending not to notice me as I entered, 

 father remarked, 



" Sherman never does things by halves ; he knew we 

 would be hungry when we came in, so he put the box 

 under the bed that we might be sure to find it. Have 

 another pineapple, Shelley ; they are pretty good. Oh, 

 here is Sherman now ! Look here, we have found 

 a box of pineapples and a bunch of bananas. They 

 are tiptop. Help yourself, there are plenty ; so pitch 

 in, and eat as many of them as you like." 



One very hot Sunday, about noon, when the ther- 

 mometer must have stood at one hundred degrees in 

 the shade, an odd-looking procession came marching 

 down the street, headed by three women ; the perspi- 

 ration running down their faces, and their clothes 

 covered with dust. They were singing at the top of 

 their voices, " Will you go to mansions above ? " while 

 from the heat, one would conclude that he was doomed 

 to dungeons below. 



