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THE DURBAR
the tent, surrounded by their paraphernalia for tea-
drinking and smoking.
The women were exceedingly pretty ; their hair
was dressed very smartly, as neatly coifed, in-
deed, as that of American women: it was care-
fully brushed until it was glossy. Their faces
were whitened and their lips painted a brilliant
carmine. They all wore a flower, generally a pink
one, in their hair. Each costume composed a
different scheme of colour. They all wore silks,
and the wife had a soft, rose-coloured skirt, with
a little white cambric bodice and black satin
band round her waist. She was quite a poem!
Throughout the whole Camp I noticed that the
colouring was fair and delicate—not the rich ver-
milions and reds of India, but delicate rose tones,
pinks, and blues. This was the colouring that
met one's eyes everywhere in the Burmese Camp.
It was a gracious relief.
THE DURBAR
the tent, surrounded by their paraphernalia for tea-
drinking and smoking.
The women were exceedingly pretty ; their hair
was dressed very smartly, as neatly coifed, in-
deed, as that of American women: it was care-
fully brushed until it was glossy. Their faces
were whitened and their lips painted a brilliant
carmine. They all wore a flower, generally a pink
one, in their hair. Each costume composed a
different scheme of colour. They all wore silks,
and the wife had a soft, rose-coloured skirt, with
a little white cambric bodice and black satin
band round her waist. She was quite a poem!
Throughout the whole Camp I noticed that the
colouring was fair and delicate—not the rich ver-
milions and reds of India, but delicate rose tones,
pinks, and blues. This was the colouring that
met one's eyes everywhere in the Burmese Camp.
It was a gracious relief.