Nothing jangled, and when the parcel was made up it was flat and even.

Then Sunni, with his English pen, printed in Urdu: [Urdu text] which in English letters would have been spelled 'Maharajah ka wasti,' and which meant simply, 'For the Maharajah,' upon one side of it.

Upon the other he wrote in the large round hand that Dr.
Roberts had taught him-- 'To your Honner, the Maharajah of Chita.

Sunni will take your Honner in his hart to his oun country, but the gifs are too heavie.' Sunni had certainly learned politeness at last among the Rajputs.
Then he put the parcel back into the box, softly locked it, and laid the key on the cover.
Still nobody came his way.

Sunni took another turban cloth from its nail in the wall, a finely-woven turban cloth, with blue and gold stripes, nine yards long, for festivals.