Everyday Life on a Ceylon Cocoa 

 Estate. 



CHAPTER I 



I was always fond of seeing new countries, so 

 when I received a pressing invitation from my 

 son to spend the winter with him in Ceylon, I 

 quickly made up my mind to accept, and took 

 my passage in the Bibby Liner " Cheshire," 

 only too glad to escape the damp and cold of 

 an English winter. I sailed from the Mersey 

 one murky November morning, but quickly 

 emerged into sunshine, and after an exceptionally 

 fine voyage with the pleasantest of company, 

 arrived in Colombo early in December, where I 

 was met by my son. 



He had written of a delightful bungalow with 

 tennis court, and rose garden, within a short 

 distance of Kandy, and surrounded by pleasant 

 neighbours. Imagine my disappointment when 



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