MADHAV. Suppose you seek and don't find. Then--

AMAL. Wouldn't that be jolly? Then I should go farther! I
watched that man slowly walking on with his pair of worn out
shoes. And when he got to where the water flows under the fig
tree, he stopped and washed his feet in the stream. Then he took
out from his bundle some gram-flour, moistened it with water and
began to eat. Then he tied up his bundle and shouldered it
again; tucked up his cloth above his knees and crossed the
stream. I've asked Auntie to let me go up to the stream, and eat
my gram-flour just like him.

MADHAV. And what did your Auntie say to that?

AMAL. Auntie said, "Get well and then I'll take you over there."
Please, Uncle, when shall I get well?

MADHAV. It won't be long, dear.

AMAL. Really, but then I shall go right away the moment I'm well
again.

MADHAV. And where will you go?

AMAL. Oh, I will walk on, crossing so many streams, wading
through water. Everybody will be asleep with their doors shut in
the heat of the day and I will tramp on and on seeking work far,
very far.

MADHAV. I see! I think you had better be getting well first;