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She gives this description of an attempt that she [[deletion]] once [[/deletion]] made to make a sketch of a picturesque street in Poona. Once in a secluded part of the city, I had sat down in a corner, with my servant standing near me, and was about to begin a very pre[[deletion]] e [[/deletion]] [[addition]] t [[/addition]]ty subject, when an elephant passed me, nearly treading on my feet; in a few minutes a large buffalo came sharply round a corner, and, startled at the sight of me, turned back, raising a considerable quantity of dust. Then the chi[[addition]] l [[/addition]]dren [[note]] [[unclear]] [[/note]] rushed out of the houses, and ran about; the women came to the doors to look at me; the fakirs and 'saints' too, stopped to wonder at me - no doubt they all thought me insane. At last a herd of cows and goats were driven by, and as the dust not only shut out my view, but comp[[deletion]] e [[/deletion]]letly covered my paper and the inside of my colour box, I went ^ [[addition]] back [[/addition]] to the carriage in di[[addition]] e [[/addition]]spair. After the experiences of this first summer, the Falkland spent the next hot season a Dapoorie and this description of a ball that they gave there is given by Lady Falkland. The rain had been so heavy all day that [[deletion]] they [[/deletion]] [[addition]] are [[/addition]] did not think any one would come and their first guest, a young cadet was not encouraging; he began: It is a very long way here from Poona." "It is indeed a long way." "I don't think any [[deletion]] io [[/deletion]] [[addition]] o [[/addition]]ne will come." "I fear indeed no one will." Fortunately a hamel, having noticed the cadets dirty dirty boots, [[deletion]] he [[/deletion]] [[addition]] we [[/addition]] carried him off to have his boots brushed so as not to soil the white cloth stretched on the floor. [[note]] [[unclear]] [[/note]] Presently carriages were heard, but out of them came people who were perfectly useless at balls - a middle-aged colonel, or a collector who made a point of never dancing. Then wheels approached again, and a troop of young hussars poured in, and I began to think that all women-kind had been drowned. But at last some ladies did appear. I always knew by the expression of the aide-de-camp's face, who was about to en[[deletion]] n [[/deletion]] [[addition]] t [[/addition]]er; he was all smiles when flounces, feat [[addition]] h [[/addition]] ers and fans were at hand; while his face lengthened at the sight of swords, spurs