A powerful, merry-talking groom, who came forward with the horses, picked up the jacket and put it on, saying that the morning was cold.

And so it was, for the month was November.

When all was ready for a start, my servant asked him for the jacket, but the laughing _diwana_, or eccentric fellow, said it was a gift to him, and refused to part with it.

Warm words passed, and I intervened and told him to drop his dervish ways and give back the jacket.

The _diwana_ became excited, and shouted to all who were standing by that I had called him a dervish, and had hurt his feelings badly.