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tation are taught by externadas. Everybody seemed eager for more suggestions; their methods had been patterned after those of the United States.

From the infirmary they went back to the dining room, where the girls were eating; all stood until someone said "sientense". First came plates of hot thick soup, then plates with mixed vegetables , potato chips, etc. The first kitchen had a long trough sink; huge kettles of food stood on the floor, and an old woman was working at one. The second kitchen had a table and an enormous stove with some very large pans and one ordinary size tea kettle; both were well lighted with large windows. The dining room had about a dozen tables, twelve girls at a table. A few girls were in black, but most wore dark gray with blue collars; there were slight differences in the cut of the collars and perhaps in the material. Hair arrangements were individual.

Next they went upstairs, past a long lavatory in a hall, with many brand new hand bowls, and into a large room with many beds in rows. A few small tables had enamelware bowl and pitcher sets (clothes were kept in roperia). Through a large light rather empty store room with one or two chairs and a rack of rolled maps, they came to the apartment of the Directora. The salon had gilt furniture; on a center table was a large old album with photographs of the presidents of Colombia, many presidents of the departamentos, public men, Sarah Bernhardt, Jorge Isaacs, and a few European views. Don Guillermo wrote names on some photographs waiting to be identified. In an ante-room was a dark wood straight chair; the back and seat seemed to be dark leather, the back much worn but showed parts of the seal of Colombia; the chair was Bolivar's at the Quinta. Some of the furnishings belonged to the Directora's uncle, who when to Europe in the 1870's and brought back complete furnishings, glass, silver, and all accessories, for a twelve-room house; they came by mule back up to Bogota and then to a more inaccessible place in Santander.

I quit my afternoon at the Institute at 4.30 and went to Avianca to take up the tickets for Clara and myself. Reached Casa Gomez at six and found Clara not yet back from tea at Mrs. McKibbens. Dona Silvia had gone with her. Mrs McKibben had a good warm grate fire! There was a Vasquez over the fire-place, a picture of San Agostin in a dark white robe against a dark background, in a carved old-gold-plus-brick-red frame. There were saints in gilded wood, San Pedro and San Agostin with nino (St. Augustine finds the lost). Upstairs, were a piano more than a century old, a high secretary desk made out of an old rosewood piano, a watercolor of the Qunita by Valencia Chaves, and some large handsomely bound 18th century books from Spain and Colombia.

As they were having tea before the fire, Mr McKibben