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This afternoon we're going on an expedition. From very early the servants have been washing their feet, scrubbing them against a stone. Then they take from their chests the mirrors with celluloid frames and their wooden combs, They grease their hair with scented pomade; they plait it with red ribbons, and prepare to go.
My parents have hired an automobile and it is waiting for us at the door. We settle ourselves inside, all but Nana, who doesn't want to come because she's afraid. She says the automobile is the devil's invention, and she's hidden in the back yard so as not to see.