“That’s what I’m askin’. Now listen if you can make head or tail o’ this. We’ll skip the first part ... It’s written from Jagadhir Road ... ‘_Sitting on wayside in grave meditation, trusting to be favoured with your Honour’s applause of present step, which recommend your Honour to execute for Almighty God’s sake. Education is greatest blessing if of best sorts. Otherwise no earthly use._’ Faith, the old man’s hit the bull’s-eye that time! ‘_If your Honour condescending giving my boy best educations Xavier_’ (I suppose that’s St Xavier’s in Partibus) ‘_in terms of our conversation dated in your tent 15th instant_’ (a business-like touch there!) ‘_then Almighty God blessing your Honour’s succeedings to third an’ fourth generation and_’—now listen!—‘_confide in your Honour’s humble servant for adequate remuneration per hoondi per annum three hundred rupees a year to one expensive education St Xavier, Lucknow, and allow small time to forward same per hoondi sent to any part of India as your Honour shall address yourself. This servant of your Honour has presently no place to lay crown of his head, but going to Benares by train on account of persecution of old woman talking so much and unanxious residing Saharunpore in any domestic capacity._’ Now what in the world does that mean?” “She has asked him to be her _puro_—her clergyman—at Saharunpore, _I_ think. He would not do that on account of his River. She _did_ talk.” “It’s clear to you, is it? It beats me altogether. ‘_So going to Benares, where will find address and forward rupees for boy who is apple of eye, and for Almighty God’s sake execute this education, and your petitioner as in duty bound shall ever awfully pray. Written by Sobrao Satai, Failed Entrance Allahabad University, for Venerable Teshoo Lama the priest of Such-zen looking for a River, address care of Tirthankars’ Temple, Benares. P. M.—Please note boy is apple of eye, and rupees shall be sent per hoondi three hundred per annum. For God Almighty’s sake._’ Now, is that ravin’ lunacy or a business proposition? I ask you, because I’m fairly at my wits’ end.” “He says he will give me three hundred rupees a year? So he will give me them.” “Oh, that’s the way you look at it, is it?” “_Of_ course. If he says so!” The priest whistled; then he addressed Kim as an equal. “I don’t believe it; but we’ll see. You were goin’ off today to the Military Orphanage at Sanawar, where the Regiment would keep you till you were old enough to enlist. Ye’d be brought up to the Church of England. Bennett arranged for that. On the other hand, if ye go to St Xavier’s ye’ll get a better education an—an can have the religion. D’ye see my dilemma? Kim saw nothing save a vision of the lama going south in a train with none to beg for him.