We have come hundreds upon hundreds of koss already, and, till now, I have scarcely been alone with thee an instant.

How canst thou receive instruction all jostled of crowds?
How can I, whelmed by a flux of talk, meditate upon the Way ?' 'Her tongue grows no shorter with the years, then ?' the disciple smiled.
'Nor her desire for charms.

I remember once when I spoke of the Wheel of Life'-- the lama fumbled in his bosom for his latest copy--'she was only curious about the devils that besiege children.

She shall acquire merit by entertaining us--in a little while--at an after-occasion--softly, softly.

Now we will wander loose-foot, waiting upon the Chain of Things.