This khaber is the cat's moon to me. I will never sleep again!'

Then for some reason the fear went out of Sonny Sahib. 'Am I not
going with you, Tooni-ji?' said he, which was his way of saying
'dear Tooni.' 'There is no cause for fear. And will it not be
very beautiful, the palace of the Maharajah? Sumpsi Din says that
it is built of gold and silver. And now I should like six
chupatties, and some milk and some fried brinjal, like yesterday's,
only more, Tooni-ji.'






CHAPTER IV





The palace of the Maharajah at Lalpore was not exactly built of
gold and silver; but if it had been, Sonny Sahib could hardly have
thought it a finer place. It had a wall all round it, even on the
side where the river ran, and inside the wall were courts and
gardens with fountains and roses in them, divided by other walls,
and pillared verandahs, where little green lizards ran about in the
sun, and a great many stables, where the Maharajah's horses pawed
and champed to be let out and ridden. The palace itself was a
whole story higher than the stables, and consisted of a wilderness