Saribaba was a picturesque old figure in the village. He was very poor and a great talker. He loved to visit our home. He would come in and would knock upon our large iron knocker and would when admitted remove his shoes and would then allow himself to be conducted into the drawing room where he would be seated on a chair.

Usually he did not come to talk but to eat, and the servants knew that, for a very short time after his arrival a tray would be carried in and on it placed thick slices of bread heavily buttered and also a large cup of coffee and milk.

After eating his meal, Saribaba would rise and bow to whomever might be in the room and then gracefully depart.

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