He went to help Grand-dad to help us." "Hark to the innocent," cried Foster-mother, half in smiles, half in tears, "but it is true.

If ever poor mortals were watched over by saints in Paradise, we were; and for my part if ever I get to Kabul, my duty shall be paid to the tomb of Firdoos Gita Makani--on whom be peace." "Amen!" added her husband devoutly; "but for the memory of that good man we should not be here now." It was on the third day that leaving Meroo in charge for a few hours Foster-father and Roy set off to explore.

They were fortunate in finding some shepherds' huts within a walking distance for even footsore women, and returned ere nightfall with a skin bag of fresh milk.
Early next morning, therefore, they all set off, Roy girding on dead Faithful's sword from the sledge that was wanted no more, and from that moment feeling himself indeed bodyguard to the Heir-to-Empire.
Once they had reached safety from starvation in the shepherds' huts, a great desire for rest came upon them all; and for three whole days they did nothing but eat, and sleep, and rejoice in the early spring sunshine, and the early spring flowers.

For the late snap of extreme cold had passed and every green thing was hurrying to be ahead of its neighbour.

Bija made endless cowslip balls out of the beautiful rose-pink primulas, while Roy and Mirak, following the shepherds' boys, came back with their hands full of young rhubarb shoots and green fern croziers, which they ate like asparagus.