Hai! Do not tilt the rice-bag upside down ...

Bless the household, Holy One, and forgive thy servant her stupidities.' She wiped her red old eyes on a corner of her veil, and clucked throatily.
'Women talk,' said the lama at last, 'but that is a woman's infirmity.
I gave her a charm.

She is upon the Wheel and wholly given over to the shows of this life, but none the less, chela, she is virtuous, kindly, hospitable--of a whole and zealous heart.

Who shall say she does not acquire merit ?' 'Not I, Holy One,' said Kim, reslinging the bountiful provision on his shoulders.

'In my mind--behind my eyes--I have tried to picture such an one altogether freed from the Wheel--desiring nothing, causing nothing--a nun, as it were.' 'And, O imp ?' The lama almost laughed aloud.
'I cannot make the picture.' 'Nor I.But there are many, many millions of lives before her.