noon Portugal
Arriving thus , one does not see the filth and squalor , the tumble-down buildings , unpaved streets , or many poor mean houses tucked in among the grander ones . Lisbon has sometimes been called `` The Sultana of the West , '' and the comparison is apt enough , for like many a sultana her first appearance is conspicuously beautiful , but she will not bear too close inspection . Her jewels are often mere colored glass , her embroideries tawdry , and her garments not over clean . But in the brilliant sunshine of this glowing noon Portugal 's capital sat throned in majesty , and the passengers were enthusiastic in their praises . `` Come ! '' cried Dwight , appearing like a bombshell in their midst . `` Are you ready , girls ?