CHAPTER 4.
Good Luck, she is never a lady, But the cursedest quean alive, Tricksy, wincing, and jady-- Kittle to lead or drive.
Greet her--she's hailing a stranger! Meet her--she's busking to leave! Let her alone for a shrew to the bone And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve! Largesse! Largesse, O Fortune! Give or hold at your will.
If I've no care for Fortune, Fortune must follow me still! The Wishing-Caps.
Then, lowering their voices, they spoke together.

Kim came to rest under a tree, but the lama tugged impatiently at his elbow.
'Let us go on.

The River is not here.' 'Hai mai! Have we not walked enough for a little?
Our River will not run away.

Patience, and he will give us a dole.' 'This.' said the old soldier suddenly, 'is the Friend of the Stars.

He brought me the news yesterday.