LITTLE ARMENIANS
“Well, Ibrahim ammi (uncle),” said Archag, “are you ready?”
“Ewet, my young Effendi, bouyourun (Yes, yes, let us be off).”
“I really think,” said one of the monks, pointing to a little cloud over Subhan Dagh, “that you will do well not to linger too long. We may get a squall.”
The old sailor looked up at the cloud, which he had not noticed before.
“Yes, yes, we must make haste; Lake Van isn’t pleasant in a storm.”
“A storm!” cried Aram laughing. “You see everything on the dark side to-day, uncle. The lake is as smooth as glass.”
But Ibrahim was already untying his boat, so our friends bade the monks good-by, and followed him.