things on his mind besides your clothes. He has a wife, or two, and
children, and they are not with him. His child sickens and dies, or
his wife runs away with someone else, and carries off all the
jewellery in which he invested his savings; but he goes about his
work in silence, and we only remark that he has been unusually stupid
the last few days.

So much for the Boy in general. As for your own particular Boy, he
must be a very exceptional specimen if he has not persuaded you long
since that, though Boys in general are a rascally lot, you have been
singularly fortunate in yours.



THE DOG-BOY



In Bombay it is not enough to fit yourself with a Boy: your dog
requires a Boy too. I have always felt an interest in the smart
little race of Bombay dog-boys. As a corps, they go on with little
change from year to year, but individually they are of short
duration, and the question naturally arises, What becomes of them all
when they outgrow their dog-boyhood? From such observations as I
have been able to make, I believe the dog-boy is not a species by
himself, but represents the early, or larva, stage of several
varieties of domestic servants. The clean little man, in neat print
jacket and red velveteen cap, is the young of a butler; while
another, whom nothing can induce to keep himself clean, would
probably, if you reared him, turn into a ghorawalla. There are