'It is good to give to the poor.' She took the bowl and returned it full of hot rice.
'But my yogi is not a cow,' said Kim gravely, making a hole with his fingers in the top of the mound.

'A little curry is good, and a fried cake, and a morsel of conserve would please him, I think.' 'It is a hole as big as thy head,' said the woman fretfully.

But she filled it, none the less, with good, steaming vegetable curry, clapped a fried cake atop, and a morsel of clarified butter on the cake, dabbed a lump of sour tamarind conserve at the side; and Kim looked at the load lovingly.
'That is good.

When I am in the bazar the bull shall not come to this house.

He is a bold beggar-man.' 'And thou ?' laughed the woman.