The Story of the Gadsbys by Rudyard Kipling
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CAPT. G. But I can't speak the vernacular.
Miss T. (Patronizingly.) You should pass the Higher Standard and try. CAPT. G. I have, but I don't seem to be any the wiser. Are you? Miss T. I never passed the Higher Standard. But the khansamah is very patient with me. He doesn't get angry when I talk about sheep's topees, or order maunds of grain when I mean seers. CAPT. G. (Aside with intense indignation.) I'd like to see Mir Khan being rude to that girl! Hullo! Steady the Buffs! (Aloud.) And do you understand about horses, too? Miss T. A little-not very much. I can't doctor them, but I know what they ought to eat, and I am in charge of our stable. CAPT. G. Indeed! You might help me then. What ought a man to give his sais in the Hills? My ruffian says eight rupees, because everything is so dear. Miss T. Six rupees a month, and one rupee Simla allowance- neither more nor less. And a grass-cut gets six rupees. That's better than buying grass in the bazar. CAPT. G. (Admiringly.) How do you know? Miss T. I have tried both ways. |
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