Thou shalt acquire merit by aiding.

What colour ash is there in thy pipe-bowl?
White.

That is auspicious.

Was there raw turmeric among thy foodstuffs ?' 'I--I--' 'Open thy bundle!' It was the usual collection of small oddments: bits of cloth, quack medicines, cheap fairings, a clothful of atta--greyish, rough-ground native flour--twists of down-country tobacco, tawdry pipe-stems, and a packet of curry-stuff, all wrapped in a quilt.

Kim turned it over with the air of a wise warlock, muttering a Mohammedan invocation.
'This is wisdom I learned from the Sahibs,' he whispered to the lama; and here, when one thinks of his training at Lurgan's, he spoke no more than the truth.