Our boys in India . there, dividingthe cooking and sleeping apartments. What have you on your back? asked Gunga, as shelighted a little wick, floating in oil in a cocoanut-shell, andturned to prepare some supper. A feringhi, replied Dhondaram. A feringhi! she exclaimed, and turned suddenly tolook at little Paul, who now rested on the munis knee, ashe sat on the floor. But a sweet smile broke over Gungasface as she looked down into the tired blue eyes. She gentlytouched the soft cheek; and then, with a quizzical smile atDhondaram, she said, There must be a gold lining here, orthe holy Dhondaram
Our boys in India . there, dividingthe cooking and sleeping apartments. What have you on your back? asked Gunga, as shelighted a little wick, floating in oil in a cocoanut-shell, andturned to prepare some supper. A feringhi, replied Dhondaram. A feringhi! she exclaimed, and turned suddenly tolook at little Paul, who now rested on the munis knee, ashe sat on the floor. But a sweet smile broke over Gungasface as she looked down into the tired blue eyes. She gentlytouched the soft cheek; and then, with a quizzical smile atDhondaram, she said, There must be a gold lining here, orthe holy Dhondaram would be defiled. It is only a child, muttered Dhondaram, and noneof your business at the best. Get us some supper, and giveus a bed for the night. Did ever you hear of a FeringhiDennett? Roderick Dennett? Well, if ever you do, keepyour eye on him, Gunga, and send me word, and till thenkeep your peace. That I will, as I have often done for you before, saidGunga merrily; and she began to sing a temple-song as she PI. DATTGHTERS OF KALI. 40 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. moved about behind one of the screens : for she was a sortof priestess in a Hindu temple, — a murh girl, — whose dutyit was to dance and sing during a part of the service, andin her basket she had carried flowers to throw about thealtar. The food which Gunga set before them was of the verysimplest kind, — onlya dry meal-cake and cups of milk;but Paul was hungry, and thought it far better than any thinghe had ever before tasted. On the whole, he was well sat-isfied with the change, and would not have gone back againfor any thing. After supper Gunga threw a coarse mat on the floor; andturning half toward Paul, whose eyes were very heavy, shesaid, — The little feringhi can have a mat yonder, between meand my little sister Prita, who is already sound asleep, if hewould like it. It is a softer, better place than this. Paul looked at Dhondaram, who bowed his head inassent; then he extended his arms to Gunga, who stood rea
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