“The Ajaib-Gher, the Wonder House!” Kim gave him no title—such as Lala or Mian. He could not divine the man’s creed. “Ah! The Wonder House! Can any enter?” “It is written above the door—all can enter.” “Without payment?” “I go in and out. _I_ am no banker,” laughed Kim. “Alas! I am an old man. I did not know.” Then, fingering his rosary, he half turned to the Museum. “What is your caste? Where is your house? Have you come far?” Kim asked. “I came by Kulu—from beyond the Kailas—but what know you? From the Hills where”—he sighed—“the air and water are fresh and cool.” “Aha! Khitai [a Chinaman],” said Abdullah proudly. Fook Shing had once chased him out of his shop for spitting at the joss above the boots. “Pahari [a hillman],” said little Chota Lal. “Aye, child—a hillman from hills thou’lt never see. Didst hear of Bhotiyal [Tibet]? I am no Khitai, but a Bhotiya [Tibetan], since you must know—a lama—or, say, a _guru_ in your tongue.” “A _guru_ from Tibet,” said Kim. “I have not seen such a man. They be Hindus in Tibet, then?” “We be followers of the Middle Way, living in peace in our lamasseries, and I go to see the Four Holy Places before I die. Now do you, who are children, know as much as I do who am old.” He smiled benignantly on the boys. “Hast thou eaten?” He fumbled in his bosom and drew forth a worn, wooden begging-bowl. The boys nodded. All priests of their acquaintance begged. “I do not wish to eat yet.” He turned his head like an old tortoise in the sunlight. “Is it true that there are many images in the Wonder House of Lahore?” He repeated the last words as one making sure of an address. “That is true,” said Abdullah. “It is full of heathen _būts_. Thou also art an idolater.” “Never mind _him_,” said. Kim. “That is the Government’s house and there is no idolatry in it, but only a Sahib with a white beard. Come with me and I will show.” “Strange priests eat boys,” whispered Chota Lal. “And he is a stranger and a _būt-parast_ (idolater),” said Abdullah, the Mohammedan. Kim laughed. “He is new. Run to your mothers’ laps, and be safe. Come!”