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DESCRIPTIVE SKETCH!. 
those,” as she points to the various kinds. 
“ Ask your father, my child,” was the reply. 
Father readily acquiesced : he had long 
learnt the futility of argument with this ex- 
acting young lady of thirteen summers. 
In the meantime, much to the joy of the 
juvenile pedlars, Miss Crole, or “ Auntie,” 
was quietly securing several necklaces, carved 
calabashes and other souvenirs. For she 
knew quite a number of little nieces and 
nephews who would appreciate them when 
she returned to England. They would be 
useful for reference when, in response to the 
many entreaties sure to come, she would, of 
an evening, tell stories of Jamaica — poor sub- 
stitutes, though, they would be for the scalps 
and alligators half expected by her little 
friends. 
After a short while all the articles were 
selected and with a little trouble the peculiari- 
ties of our vernacular, as applied to good 
English coinage, were grasped, and the 
charges were paid. 
The party then left with a cheery “ good- 
bye, boys.” 
“ Marnin’ ” was the chorus, in response, and 
grins, as broad as they were heartfelt, showed 
the boys’ appreciation — and also three sets of 
remarkably handsome white teeth. 
Good customers indeed were this party of 
four. To them there was something pic- 
turesque — something attractive in the trio of 
eager faces. The shoeless feet, the bare heads, 
the trousers, patched until the original pat- 
