'I will do justice in this matter.

I desire the boy, but I have brought his price.

Where is it, Moti-ji ?' The little Maharajah laughed with delight, and drew from behind him a jingling bag.
'It is one hundred and fifty rupees,' said the Maharajah.

'Give it to the woman, Moti.' And the child held it out to her.
Tooni looked at the bag, and then at Sonny Sahib, salaamed and hesitated.

It was a provision for the rest of her life, as lives go in Rajputana.
'Is it not enough!' asked the Maharajah irritably, while the little prince's face fell.
'Your Highness,' stammered Tooni, 'it is great riches--may roses be to your mouth! But I have a desire--rather than the money--' 'What is your desire ?' cried the little prince.