"And this is their native soil, so I understand," said Wyeth, turning his head to take another look at the woman with the beautiful face.
"There are some," said the porter, "who cannot speak English at all."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Wyeth.
"Yes," went on the other. "Plenty cannot speak a word of English, and they may be found in what is called the French district. It is there you find them with the most beautiful skin, and the finest and heaviest hair you ever saw."
"I hear they have frightful tempers," said Wyeth. "Is it true?"
"I would advise you to avoid any conflict with them, lest you find out," said the other, smiling amusedly.
"What is that?" said Wyeth, pointing to a bar before which stood many men drinking.
"Why, what?" said the other, then replied: "A saloon."
"And they are open on Sunday?" Yet he was not surprised when he had thought, for he had seen the same elsewhere. But the other replied:
"The saloons never close here."