Yes, once I made music on a pianno in the Mission-house at Kotgarh.

Now I give alms to priests who are heatthen.' She wound up with the English word, and tied the mouth of the brimming bag.
'I wait for thee, chela,' said the lama, leaning against the door-post.
The woman swept the tall figure with her eyes.

'He walk! He cannot cover half a mile.

Whither would old bones go ?' At this Kim, already perplexed by the lama's collapse and foreseeing the weight of the bag, fairly lost his temper.
'What is it to thee, woman of ill-omen, where he goes ?' 'Nothing--but something to thee, priest with a Sahib's face.

Wilt thou carry him on thy shoulders ?' 'I go to the Plains.