More commonplace sounds now fill the air, the hoarse "Batasaa, Batasaa" of the fat Marwari with the cakes, the "Lo phote, lo phote" (Buy my cocoa-cakes) of a little old Malabari woman, dressed in a red "lungi" and white cotton jacket, and the cry of the "bajri" and "chaval" seller, clad simply in a coarse "dhoti" and second-hand skull-cap, purchased at the nearest rag-shop.

[Footnote 3: "Ecco non lungi un bel cespuglio vede Di spin fioriti e di vermiglic rôse, Che de le liquide onde al specchio siede, Chiuso dal Sol fra l' alte quercie ombrose; ] [Footnote 4: And how lovely is this!

I made my way to the square where the paper was printed, to find that, even there, the ground was closely strewn with calpac and pugaree, black abayeh and fringed praying-shawl, hob-nail and sandal, figured lungi and striped silk, all very muddled and mauled.