6/42 With an oily smirk: 'It is well to be kind to the poor.' 'Ay, at seven per cent a month with a mortgage on the unborn calf,' said a young Dogra soldier going south on leave; and they all laughed. Else why should we come? 'He has never entered a train. Oh, see!' 'Nay, help,' said the cultivator, putting out a large brown hand and hauling him in. 'Thus is it done, father.' 'But--but--I sit on the floor. |