My mother was a pahareen, but my father came from Amritzar--by Jandiala,' said Kim, oiling his ready tongue for the needs of the Road.
'Jandiala--Jullundur?
Oho! Then we be neighbours in some sort, as it were.' He nodded tenderly to the wailing child in his arms.

'Whom dost thou serve ?' 'A most holy man at the Temple of the Tirthankers.' 'They are all most holy and--most greedy,' said the Jat with bitterness.

'I have walked the pillars and trodden the temples till my feet are flayed, and the child is no whit better.

And the mother being sick too ...

Hush, then, little one ...