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...ignorant concerning everything I wanted to know. The trip to the native town was as usual amusing. We stopped at a shop opening into an arcade. The floor was raised the height of a chair from the ground. We sat on chairs outside the shop in the arcade as it were. The shopkeeper barefooted sat crosslegged on the same level with us. His small bay brought pieces of silk and he showed them, spreading them on the floor which was as clean as any counter.
In the afternoon we went first to get permits for the Hindoo burning ghat and the Parsee Towers of Silence. The latter was in the charities building of the Parsees. There were classes of girls being taught gymnastics, and a crowd of women were waiting to get their monthly stipends. It all seemed to be...