They knew it was Indian at once, by the shape of the domes and roofs; and besides, a man went by on an elephant, and two English soldiers went along the road, talking like in Mr Kipling's books--so after that no one could have any doubt as to where they were.

They rolled up the carpet and Robert carried it, and they walked bodily into the town.
It was very warm, and once more they had to take off their London-in-November coats, and carry them on their arms.
The streets were narrow and strange, and the clothes of the people in the streets were stranger and the talk of the people was strangest of all.
'I can't understand a word,' said Cyril.

'How on earth are we to ask for things for our bazaar ?' 'And they're poor people, too,' said Jane; 'I'm sure they are.

What we want is a rajah or something.' Robert was beginning to unroll the carpet, but the others stopped him, imploring him not to waste a wish.
'We asked the carpet to take us where we could get Indian things for bazaars,' said Anthea, 'and it will.' Her faith was justified.
Just as she finished speaking a very brown gentleman in a turban came up to them and bowed deeply.

He spoke, and they thrilled to the sound of English words.
'My ranee, she think you very nice childs.