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Rh "No, not very much. The roads are too bad. I always use this to get from Callao to Lima, and there are one or two runs to the seaside, to places like Ancon or Carillos—just a minute, Dick."

She stopped the car, and waved her hand to a curly gray head which had appeared at a window, between two flower pots. This head reappeared at a low door, on the shoulders of a gallant old gentleman in sumptuous uniform. Maria-Teresa jumped out of the motor, exchanged a few sentences with him, and then rejoined Dick again.

"That was the Chief of Police," she explained. "I told him about that affair. There will be no trouble unless the Chinamen take legal proceedings, which is not likely."

They reached the steamers' landing stage in time. The tugs had only just brought alongside the Pacific Steam Navigation Company's liner, on board which Uncle Francis was still taking notes:— "On entering the port of Callao, one is struck, etc., etc." He lost precious material by not being with Maria-Teresa as she enthusiastically described "her harbor" to Dick.... Sixty millions spent in improvements ... 50,000 square meters of docks.... How she loved it all for its commercial bustle, for its constant coming and going of ships, for its intense life,