But once more Dearest-Lady was bold and took the first word.
"I came to bid the boy farewell, content to trust him to thy kind care, my niece," she said; "and also to leave with him this Rajput singer, who has the art of amusing the child--and other folk also.

Roy! sing us one of thy tales, that the Princess may hear thee." And Roy, knowing his part, sang as he had never sung before.

"I will sing of how the palm squirrels helped the Great Ram to find his wife, Sita the Peerless, whom the wicked Giant Ravana had carried off.

We sing it to the squirrels when we feed them in our country.

Perhaps Her Highness does not know what a palm squirrel is.