The next morning the washwoman was bringing in the clothes. Knowing that I was a stranger, and would like to bring a true story home to American boys and girls, Fil’s mother asked me: “Would you like to learn the names and kinds of our garments? You will notice that they are very different from yours.”

“Certainly I would. I live in a land where some people spend more time over clothes than over learning, character, good deeds, or the day’s duty,” I replied.

“This large flowing skirt of red, green, or white, is made of cotton, or hemp; and sometimes a little silk may be mixed in. We like bright colors, and a long train. No short, tight skirts in our styles,” explained Filippa’s mother.

“How sensible,” I remarked.

“This loose waist or chemisette is sometimes white and sometimes colored. It is made of jusi cloth, that is, cloth woven from banana leaf fiber. You see it is softer, thinner, and cooler than your linen or cotton.”

“It is lovely,” I acknowledged.

“Loose wide collars are in style with you now, but they have always been in style here. We call it ‘panuelo’ (pa nu ai'lo). It is our whitest, thinnest fiber, made from pineapple leaves, just like our handkerchiefs that I told you about. You see we starch it. It hangs down the back to a point, and it is very cool and dainty,” explained Filippa’s mother.

“What wide sleeves!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, sinamei chemisettes, or waists, have very wide sleeves, but are short to the elbow. We starch them out, so they will be cool and neat,” replied Filippa’s mother.

“I notice that Filippa’s hair is worn plain,” I remarked.

“Yes,” replied her mother, “we brush the hair back plain; tie a knot or leave it loose. We like jewelry, and we wear splendid lace mantillas, or shawls, over the head.”

“What odd slippers with no heels!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, we all like to have our feet ready to jump into mud or water, for our roads are not yet good. These slippers are called ‘chinelas’ (che nay'las). They have no heel and just a catch to put the toe in. They have no laces. With them we slide along the ground. But we cannot back up straight, or run last in them. If we wish to go back we must turn around, so as to keep our chinelas on our toes. The young people do not wear stockings in our warm climate, where one lives close to Nature,—too close sometimes, when the snake bites.”

“But taken all together, what a happy Eden this is for a boy or a girl,” I added.