The armlet was of gold, with small rubies and turquoises set in a pattern.
The boys looked at them more or less indifferently.

They had seen so many jewels.
'Matiya--if you think it was Matiya--makes pretty gifts,' said Sunni, 'and the Maharajah will keep your necklace for you for ever in an iron box.

But this armlet will get broken just as the other two armlets that were given to me have got broken.

I cannot wear armlets and play polo, and I would rather play polo.' 'That is because you were clumsy,' Moti answered.

Moti was peevish that afternoon.