Carlotta and I were the sole inhabitants
of the earth. I dreamily disintegrated caramels from their
sticky tissue-paper wrappings for Carlotta's consumption.
After a while unconquerable drowsiness crept over me; and a
little later I had an odd sense of perfect quietude. I was lying
amid moss and violets. In a languorous way I wondered how my
surroundings had changed, and at last I awoke to find my head
propped on Carlotta's lap and shaded by her red parasol, while
she sat happy in full sunshine. I was springing from this
posture of impropriety when she laughed and laid restraining
hands on my shoulders.
"No. You must not move. You look so pretty. And it is so nice.
I put your head there so that it should be soft. You have been
sound asleep."
"I have also been abominably impolite," said I. "I humbly beg
your pardon, Carlotta."
"Oh, I am not cross," she laughed. Then still keeping her hands
on me, she settled her limbs into a more comfortable position.
"There! Now I can play at being a good little Turkish wife.
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