'What is there to eat?
I have not eaten since yesterday even.' 'I had forgotten thy need.

Yonder is good Bhotiyal tea and cold rice.' 'We cannot walk far on such stuff.' Kim felt all the European's lust for flesh-meat, which is not accessible in a Jain temple.

Yet, instead of going out at once with the begging-bowl, he stayed his stomach on slabs of cold rice till the full dawn.

It brought the farmer, voluble, stuttering with gratitude.
'In the night the fever broke and the sweat came,' he cried.

'Feel here--his skin is fresh and new! He esteemed the salt lozenges, and took milk with greed.' He drew the cloth from the child's face, and it smiled sleepily at Kim.