face of an elderly man who advanced towards him with an open razor, as though about to cut his throat. As it turned out, however, neither throat nor chin were in danger of violation. It was the head that the barber attacked, and this he scraped quite bare, without the aid of soap, leaving only a tuft of hair on the top. This tuft, we have been informed, is meant as a handle by means of which the owner may, after death, be dragged up into heaven! but we rather incline to the belief that it is left for the purpose of keeping the red fez or skullcap on the head.
Be this as it may, no sooner did the urchin behold Mrs. Langley, than, casting aside the towel and ignoring the barber, he rushed out and exclaimed—in a compound of French, Arabic, and Lingua Franca, of which we give a free translation—
"Oh, missus, me massr, console Dansh, vants see ver moch your hosbund!"
"Thank you; I know it," replied Mrs. Langley, giving the boy a small coin and a bright smile.
Quite satisfied that he had fulfilled his duty, the urchin returned to the barber and the lady proceeded to the palace.
Here she was received ceremoniously by the father of Ashweesha, Sidi Cadua, a mild, gentle-spirited, little old Turk, who would have made a
