'^It is not American^" Henry Harris hastened to say,
^' nor Turk ; it is not Russian, Syrian, nor English ; it is
men yon speak of. Are we not all made of the same clay?"

^' True, O Ali," said Ishra Dhass, hastening to the help
of his young friend, and, laying one hand on his own bosom,
he placed the other upon that of the Khan ; ^^feel it, hear it,
know it, is it not the heart, the same heart in all men every-
where ? "

But the Afghan was looking gravely, inquiringly, at the
American. He hardly heard the Hindoo. ^^ I know little of
your country," he said to the American. " They tell me it is
big, very big. It also is Christian, and it is different from
Europe. In your country do they— -do they — " Henry
Harris felt his own face growing warm as he saw that the
countenance of the Afghan, rugged as a mountain, was actu*
ally coloring. " Do they — " the Khan continued, with pain-
ful eagerness and with the wistful eyes of a child, '^ do your
people — do your men and women together — do they wdUzV^
The one addressed would have laughed aloud at the reluc-
tance with which the word came out at last, but he dared not
do it ; the aspect of the inquirer was too serious.
"Our women are pure, pure as snow," Henry Harris said,
with energy.
" And your men, are they pure also ? " the Afghan asked ;
but the Biahmin came again to the rescue.
