"He does it at sunrise too, doesn't he?" asked Evelyn Leland.

"Yes; but we'll never get over there in time for that. Some of our
American folks don't know what he is about,--not understanding his
language--and imagine that he's selling popcorn or advertising the
dance-house, or maybe calling for somebody to come and help him down."

"How, Uncle Wal?" asked Neddie.

"With a ladder, I suppose."

"Do they bring it to him?"

"I don't think they have yet, Neddie; at least I haven't heard of it. But
wouldn't you like to go and see it all?"

"Yes; if papa will take me; and mamma will go too."

"How many would like to go?" asked the captain, and everyone responding in
favor of so doing the question was considered settled.

They set out at their usual early hour, met Harold and Herbert in the
Peristyle, lingered a little in the Court of Honor, then made their way to
the Turkish village, went through the booths and bazaar, making a number
of purchases, looked at the mosque and heard the noon cry of the muezzin.

Then they visited an Arabian tent and the fac-simile of a house in
Damascus. In the tent there were male and female Arabs sitting
cross-legged; some of them boiling coffee, or making thin wafer cakes,