"That's only Ram Das's graphic way of putting things." We sat down on a bank of trailing club-moss by the side of the rough track, for it was nothing more, and let our guide go on to negotiate with the Lamas.

"Well, to-night, anyhow," I exclaimed, looking up, "we shall sleep on our own mattresses with a roof over our heads.

These monks will find us quarters.

That's always something." We got out our basket and made tea.

In all moments of doubt, your Englishwoman makes tea.