'But speak well of bulls.

Hast thou not told me that some day a Red Bull will come out of a field to help thee?
Now hold all straight and ask for the holy man's blessing upon me.

Perhaps, too, he knows a cure for my daughter's sore eyes.

Ask.
him that also, O thou Little Friend of all the World.' But Kim had danced off ere the end of the sentence, dodging pariah dogs and hungry acquaintances.
'Thus do we beg who know the way of it,' said he proudly to the lama, who opened his eyes at the contents of the bowl.

'Eat now and--I will eat with thee.