Our boys in India . or 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 readyto take him upon her shoulder, as though he were light as afeather, though she herself seemed to him but a litde kissed his cheek softly, as she carried him behi
Our boys in India . or 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 readyto take him upon her shoulder, as though he were light as afeather, though she herself seemed to him but a litde kissed his cheek softly, as she carried him behind anotherscreen, and there laid him carefully upon a rug on the floor,giving him her arm for a pillow, where he fell asleep beforehe had hardly time to realize how happy and comfortable hewas. Before daylight he was awakened by the little sister Prita,who was kneeling beside him, kissing his hand. You are a very pretty little Ingrij, she said. Can youunderstand what I say? Paul rubbed his eyes, and answered, 42 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. Where did you learn to talk like me ? asked the girl. Paul wondered where, and rubbed his eyes again; for Itsuddenly seemed to him that he had not always talked likethat. You must get up, and let me wash you, and comb yourhair; for you must eat breakfast soon, and go away, sheadded sadly. I dont want to go away, sobbed Paul. But he got up;and the little girl began to bathe him as he had never beenbathed before, so far as he could remember. She gatheredup all the mats, and left only the smooth stone floor. Thenshe brought a jug of water, somewhat like a ku/a, onlylarger, and, after taking off his clothes, began turning it overhim, a little at a time, and rubbing him gently with her softhand. Then she wiped him, rubbed his body with somethingthat smelled so nice he thought he would like to drink it,and then dressed him, and carefully combed his hair. Im very sure I dont want to have you go, she said; but we must do as Dhondaram says, and perhaps
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