Do children drop from Heaven in thy country?
Is it the Way to sing them songs ?' 'No man is all perfect,' said the lama gravely, recoiling the rosary.
'Run now to thy mother, little one.' 'Hear him!' said the soldier to Kim.

'He is ashamed for that he has made a child happy.

There was a very good householder lost in thee, my brother.

Hai, child!' He threw it a pice.

'Sweetmeats are always sweet.' And as the little figure capered away into the sunshine: 'They grow up and become men.