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For whoever is thirsty, here is water from God, he chants. One is almost afraid to put down the melodious phrase, for the street cries of Cairo have become as trite as the _Ranz des Vaches_ of Switzerland. Still, some of them are so imaginative and quaint that they should be rescued from triteness and made classic. Here is one which is chanted by the seller of vegetables--the best beans, it should be explained, come from Embebeh, beyond Boulak--
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Help, O Embebeh, help! The beans of Embebeh are better than almonds. Oh-h, how _sweet_ are the little sons of the river! (This last phrase makes poetical allusion to the soaking in Nile water, which is required before the beans can be cooked.) Certain famous baked beans nearer home also require preliminary soaking. Let us imagine a huckster calling out in Boston streets, as he pursues his way:
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Help, O Beverly, help! The beans of Beverly are better than peaches. Oh-h, how _sweet_ are the little sons of Cochituate!