THE TRIMMED LAMP
Miss Asher ran up to her room and shook the school teacher until she sat up in bed ready to scream “Fire!”
“Where is it?” she cried.
“'That’s what I want to know,” said the model. “You’ve studied geography, Emma, and you ought to know. Where is a town called Cac—Cac—Carac—Caracas City, I think they called it?”
“How dare you wake me up for that?” said the school teacher. “Caracas is in Venezuela, of course.”
“What’s it like?”
“Why, it’s principally earthquakes and negroes and monkeys and malarial fever and volcanoes.”
“I don’t care,” said Miss Asher, blithely; “I’m going there to-morrow.”
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