Djimlah and because we two cried some of the slaves joined in, and then the old hanoum said:
"Now, young hanoum, that you have come once, you will like to come again, and prove to us that we have made your stay happy."
"I'm ready to come this minute," I sobbed. At this she laughed, and we began to laugh, too; and thus I bade them good-bye.
The first words I said on reaching my own home were that the Turks were the nicest people in the world. My father was amused, but my mother was horrified, and had she had her way I believe my first would have been my only visit. As it was, eight days later I was again with Djimlah; and thus it came about that from that early age I became a constant visitor not only to Djimlah's home, but also to that of other little girls whom I met through her, and otherwise.
As I grew older, the vast contrast between my race and theirs became more and more clear to me; and I had the distinct feeling of partaking of two worlds, mine and theirs.
In my home there were duties for me from my babyhood, duties which had rigidly to be performed; and things to be learned, remembered, and to be guided by. The words duty and obligation played a great rôle in my Greek home, and these two words, so stern, so irreconcilable with pleasure, were absent from the Turkish homes.
