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Chapter 9 OLIVER AND HIS UNCLE.

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und his little fairy half a head taller and twice as strong as at

self seated once more, with a child on each knee. "Setting traps

got them all," K

led her father, as he stroked her hair fondly, and turned

been set in vain. Horace was riding triumphant on his father's shoulder, shouting at him after the fashi

circuit, and had just arrived to hold a "bed of justic

he exclaimed. "Have I followed m

e are going away to-morrow. There are rooms

train of servants, who were chattering without. "I and my nephew will do our best not to interfere with the

ive

tugging at his watch-chain, held out his hand to the boy wit

ispered the deputy. "Do not refresh his memory

ogether to congratulate Mrs. Desborou

resent attitude of Russia, and the success of the government schools for Hindu boys, in which the deputy was greatly interested. Kath

ver? and may we go for a w

if he wishes," answ

r's sleeve made him look round. He was too

y, there was usually another waiting to take their place, so that the servants who were stationary there were not disconcerted by the deputy's arrival. They were

ndly pipe with their old acquaintances of a previous year. Oliver would willingly have ling

ers. Then it changed its note, and imitated the soft musical tinkle of the temple bell, where Rattam and Aglar went to see the

etfully of all the toys she had bestowed upon the young princes; "but I'll

astonishment. "Which w

wilder part of the ground, ran eagerly forward, lookin

lost. Arrowroot and ginger plants sprang up spontaneously. By one of their tall green sheaths, with its droop

starte

re starting?" asked Oliver. "You are not quite right for either. We b

, slipping her hand into his and looking u

et her pass. She had led him on to a dangerous spot, wher

d its depths. A sound of gurgling water met his ear, but

easts sleep? Now will you take me as

r bluntly-"no, indee

g over the edge of the precipice,

led her back. "You absurd little creatu

-if I could but make him hear!" she wailed. "But

ike to me," interposed Oliver, resolutely turni

the truth?"

nly been a boy, I'd have bowled you over for that in less than a minute. Wha

ll me, and you said he was aliv

slowly, in a considerate tone, "Yes, I

pictured the dusky face, with its rags and beads, and repeated the soft I

" she exclaimed, "for fear mamm

lish nurse would do, she had a nice little soft saddle strapped round her waist, on which he was riding. Her arm was round him, to keep him from falling, whilst his own clasped her neck, and his little feet were kicking her back and front. For Horace was as restless and fidgety as a young elephant,

ff again to England, for a couple of years at the East India College, before I

all from Horace. The Rana's peon was approachi

nt upon cultivating friendly intercourse

ities, and keep us all at a distance. Here I have been coaxing them out of their shyness and reserve for years. What way have I made? One-half the pains I've taken would have brought these monkeys from the woods around me as tame and affectionate as

dded, turning to Mr. Desborough, "we must take the childr

as I can see," returned the

em. Did he and Bona love each other like that? He saw nothing but the fluttering of Kathleen's sash and the flapping of her broad sun-hat as she rushed before him to the very edge of the precipice. How she must have longed to get ther

in another hemisphere. There was no Roman history to be found in the hill bungalow, or he would have refreshed his memory about that old-world tale of the founders of Rome. His uncle thought him unusually moody as he mounted his little pony and rode after him. It was a glorious mor

ar, and wouldn't and couldn't run a race if it were to save his life, whatever his colour might be. He was

y are the most exclusive set on earth.

bing plant with melon-like leaves. Clusters of tamarind trees secured the necessary shade. Two men were ploughing in a field, and three more were idly watching their work. Several women were scouring their brass pans; at their feet lay thei

the trickling water under the tamarind trees muffled up their faces and waddled away as fast as they could. To walk like a goose is a Hindu girl's desire. The very children, intent upon the manufacture of dust-pi

m the hands of foreigners for so many generations, they could hardly believe in a stranger's kindness. The headm

ing notes of some huge horns, drawing nearer and nearer, announced the approach of the Rana, who was coming to meet his visitors. Presently they saw him sweeping down the castle hill in his bullock-chariot, all brightness and gilding. Four of his men were holding over his head a huge scarlet umbrella with long glitteri

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