But as a matter of fact, if Mr.
Yahi-Bahi's house had been inhabited, as it might have been, by a streetcar conductor or a railway brakesman, Mrs.Rasselyer-Brown wouldn't have thought it in any way peculiar or fascinating.
"It was all hung with curtains inside," she went on, "with figures of snakes and Indian gods, perfectly weird." "And did you see Mr.Yahi-Bahi ?" asked Miss Snagg.
"Oh no, my dear.

I only saw his assistant Mr.Ram Spudd; such a queer little round man, a Bengalee, I believe.

He put his back against a curtain and spread out his arms sideways and wouldn't let me pass.

He said that Mr.Yahi-Bahi was in meditation and mustn't be disturbed." "How delightful!" echoed Miss Snagg.
But in reality Mr.Yahi-Bahi was sitting behind the curtain eating a ten-cent can of pork and beans.
"What I like most about eastern people," went on Mrs.Rasselyer-Brown, "is their wonderful delicacy of feeling.

After I had explained about my invitation to Mr.Yahi-Bahi to come and speak to us on Boohooism, and was going away, I took a dollar bill out of my purse and laid it on the table.