Chapter XVI
Umbrellas; Chairs; Milk-Bottle
“Please show us an umbrella shop,” begged Filippa and Favra together; for they had been whispering about what they would like to see.
“This way, then,” said her father and the Padre.
We walked along several narrow streets, which had bamboo blinds hung between the second stories, so as to keep out the strong sun.
When we came to a certain door space, which really had no hinged door, Filippa’s father moved aside the dangling ropes, made of glass and bamboo beads, which hung across the entrance. This made a tinkling noise, and attracted the workman to the front.
“We would like to see your umbrellas,” explained Fil’s father.
I thought the workman would show us silk or cloth ones, that would roll up tight.
“Why, this one is very thick,” I said.