All these people are pleasant and accommodating.

One day I left an express train to lounge about in that perennially ravishing show, the ebb and flow and whirl of gaudy natives, that is always surging up and down the spacious platform of a great Indian station; and I lost myself in the ecstasy of it, and when I turned, the train was moving swiftly away.

I was going to sit down and wait for another train, as I would have done at home; I had no thought of any other course.

But a native official, who had a green flag in his hand, saw me, and said politely: "Don't you belong in the train, sir ?" "Yes." I said.
He waved his flag, and the train came back! And he put me aboard with as much ceremony as if I had been the General Superintendent.

They are kindly people, the natives.