Our Little Persian Cousin

light!-is now five months old, and ought to come out of his cradle. Buy some calico, and I will make another shirt for him.

ort that his fat brown l

ut a foot square, in the middle of the ceiling, where the smoke at last went out. The door was so low that Nana had to stoop every time she went through it. The walls were black from

the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and he grasped the edge and leaned away over to see still better. Just then Almas screa

etween her sobs, "Awy! my precious! he might have fall

th the two round trays which, leaning against the wall, shone like polished silver until at last the smoke da

h. In the corner were a few green bowls, and some wooden spoons and copper plates. These were the dishes for the meals. Just across from the door stood a wooden chest, half as high as the room. This was wh

lies, they came into the house whenever the door was open. If Nana left any food standing even for a minute she had to cover it. They came at meal time as regularly as if they had been invited, and fought with each other for the scraps of bread or bits of gristle that Abdullah th

t. All but Karim were busy nearly the whole of the day. When the sun was

thick as heavy pasteboard. It was made of whole wheat flour and tasted very good. Nana poured the soup out of a small kettle into one of the green bowls. Sometimes the soup was mixed with pieces of meat and o

with "Dada," as he called his father, while Nana and Almas waited upon them. They never dreamed of eating wi

de for?-and no plates or tumblers, for all ate out

ought upon her back in a heavy jar from the spring. In winter the cotton and wool was spun into yarn and knit into bright coloured socks, and in summer she helped Abdullah gather the cotton or the tobacc

k streak across her eyebrows to make them darker. Her black hair, hanging in long braids down her back, was banged in front, and was covered by a larg

her neighbours thought her beautiful; that is, the women thought so. The men hardly ever sa

which would have insulted him, but always said, "How is your

said, "she is a woman, and must be kept under." He seldom called her by any sweet name, but when h