THE WRITER—IN DIVIDED RIDING SKIRT, SOUTHERN MEXICO, 1900-1
CHAPTER XI
MEXICO AS I SAW IT
ONE day in July, 1900, I was explaining to my small boys that I was going off through Canada and America to Mexico to write a new book, to make some more money for bread and butter and school bills.
One of them appeared distressed at the idea. At last, after a pause, he said:
“Why don’t you go and sit in that shop in Regent Street with your hair hanging down, like those three girls do?”
I looked surprised.