'That is the Government's house and there is no idolatry in it, but only a Sahib with a white beard.

Come with me and I will show.' 'Strange priests eat boys,' whispered Chota Lal.
'And he is a stranger and a but-parast [idolater],' said Abdullah, the Mohammedan.
Kim laughed.

'He is new.

Run to your mothers' laps, and be safe.
Come!' Kim clicked round the self-registering turnstile; the old man followed and halted amazed.

In the entrance-hall stood the larger figures of the Greco-Buddhist sculptures done, savants know how long since, by forgotten workmen whose hands were feeling, and not unskilfully, for the mysteriously transmitted Grecian touch.