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-8- but suspected it was only a stewed and mashed concoction such as we saw at the hotel. When in Florence, Italy, I visited the market house and noted especially its sanitation and practical usefulness. It was as large as our Norfolk market with concrete floors and ample drainage, but the outside walls seemed to be movable, sliding doors below and large shutter arrangements above, that could let in the sunshine or shut out the rain. There seemed to be some enclosed divisions within that could be heated where they sold merchandise that heat did not spoil. In Paris, I saw the impressive funeralcortege' of Anatole France passing the Arc de Triumph where the body of France's unknown dead lies under the blue flame that never goes out. I saw in England the grave of her unknown soldier and also saw Italy's under the magnificent monument to Victor Emanuel in the heart of Rome.

In Rome we were for several weeks the paying guests of a Duchess who had for cook a Hungarian Countess and I was never in a more truly Democratic home. One son was a young officer in the Italian army. The only daughter, a tiny scrap, was the most enlightened, staunch and fiery little Democrat and suffragist it has been my pleasure to meet. They supported Mussolini as a savior from much worse. They believed, as their ambassador to our U.S. said recently, that "To refit the English Parliament system to the needs of Italy, a tailor had to be called in. Mussolini was the tailor; Facismo his scissors." And I say he is now having a deal of a hard time making the goods hold out for the pattern.

In Cherbourg, France I saw a woman and a dog straining every muscle to draw a large heavy wheeled, loaded cart which the man guided from the rear. The dog, not a large one, was under the cart so harnessed that he pussled by a leather strap across his chest and shoulders. The woman was at the right hand front bent almost double pushing and meanwhile coaxing the dog in a cheerful, loving voice to do more and more. In Italy, I saw women carrying water from the public fountains in stone jugs on their heads; and in Sicily small water carts pushed by boys or drawn by small donkeys delivering water at the door each morning.