'Have ye room within for two ?' 'There is no room even for a mouse,' shrilled the wife of a well-to-do cultivator--a Hindu Jat from the rich Jullundur, district.

Our night trains are not as well looked after as the day ones, where the sexes are very strictly kept to separate carriages.
'Oh, mother of my son, we can make space,' said the blueturbaned husband.

'Pick up the child.

It is a holy man, see'st thou ?' 'And my lap full of seventy times seven bundles! Why not bid him sit on my knee, Shameless?
But men are ever thus!' She looked round for approval.

An Amritzar courtesan near the window sniffed behind her head drapery.
'Enter! Enter!' cried a fat Hindu money-lender, his folded account-book in a cloth under his arm.