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" The young man arose and
clicked his heels. We too got up. He shook hands with us solemnly, and
Jo, unused to addressing Royalty, said, "Dobra Dan" (Good day).
Then we all sat down again, a further rendezvous was arranged for the
evening, and we left, carrying away the impression that the War Minister
and we had bowed thirty times to each other before we got out of the
door.
Out in the streets, as we were sketching, we saw a large smile under a
Staff officer's cap bearing down upon us. It was the Sirdar, quite
rested and looking twenty years younger. He was going to the War
Minister's, and promised to arrange at once for our visit to Scutari. He
looked at our cryptic drawings of road scavengers, threw up his hands
and ejaculating "Kako"--strode out of our lives.
Tea in the little house with the discreet white pole was a great
pleasure. Such tea we had not drunk since leaving England--butter, jam
made by the old housekeeper, who pointed this out to us when she brought
in a relay of hot water.


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