"He came out from his hiding-place and succeeded in gaining control of the city. The wicked janizaries were conquered, but Mahmoud had a sad and troubled reign. Blessed be his memory!"
CHAPTER VI.
A TURKISH BATH
"Osman, you may go with me to the public bath-house," said his father, one bright morning. "I have business at the bazaar to-day, and we will go there afterward. You can have a good bath."
Osman was delighted. A whole day with his father was a great treat. Besides, it pleased him to think of a visit to the public bath-house.
There was a large marble bath-room in his own home, and there were furnaces underneath to heat it. There were servants to wait upon him as he bathed. "Yet the public bath is better still," thought Osman, "and I love to go there." Probably you have all heard of Turkish baths. They are so delightful that people in America and other countries have copied them from the Turks. They have built similar bath-houses in their cities.
"Are we to drive or walk, papa?" asked Osman.
"We will drive. The carriage will be here in a few moments."