CONTENTS
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| I. | The Token | [3] |
| II. | Echoes of 1821 | [8] |
| III. | Other Faces, other Phases | [15] |
| IV. | Djimlah | [24] |
| V. | We and They | [30] |
| VI. | Aunt Kalliroë | [36] |
| VII. | In the Hollow of Allah’s Hand | [46] |
| VIII. | Yilderim | [60] |
| IX. | I am Reminded of my Sons Again | [73] |
| X. | The Garden Goddess | [85] |
| XI. | Misdeeds | [110] |
| XII. | How I was Sold to St George | [118] |
| XIII. | The Master of the Forest | [133] |
| XIV. | Ali Baba, my Caïque-tchi | [157] |
| XV. | My Lady of the Fountain | [166] |
| XVI. | Chakendé, the Scorned | [193] |
| XVII. | A Great Lady of Stamboul | [212] |
| XVIII. | The Inventiveness of Semmeya Hanoum | [221] |
| XIX. | The Chivalry of Arif Bey | [233] |
| XX. | In the Wake of Columbus | [251] |
| XXI. | In Real America | [266] |
| XXII. | Back to Turkey | [282] |
A CHILD OF THE ORIENT
CHAPTER I
THE TOKEN
ON the morning of my fifth birthday, just as I awoke from sleep, my grand-uncle came into my room, and, standing over my bed, said with a seriousness little befitting my age:
“To-day, despoinis, you are five years old. I wish you many happy returns of the day.”
He drew up a chair, and sat down by my bed. Carefully unfolding a piece of paper, he brought forth a small Greek flag.
“Do you know what this is?”