'“Ye black brazen Jezebel,” sez I, “sellin' your masther's honour for five rupees--pack up all the Miss Sahib's kit an' look slippy! _Capt'n Sahib's_ order,” sez I. “Going to the station we are,” I sez, an' wid that I laid my finger to my nose an' looked the schamin' sinner I was. _'”Bote acchy,”_ says she; so I knew she was in the business, an' I piled up all the sweet talk I'd iver learnt in the bazars on to this she-bullock, an' prayed av her to put all the quick she knew into the thing. While she packed, I stud outside an' sweated, for I was wanted for to shif the second scene. I tell you, a young gurl's e-vasion manes as much baggage as a rig'mint on the line av march! “Saints help Dennis's springs,” thinks I, as I bundled the stuff into the thrap, “for I'll have no mercy!” '“I'm comin' too,” says the ayah. '“No, you don't,” sez I, “later--_pechy!_ You _baito_ where you are. I'll _pechy_ come an' bring you _sart_, along with me, you maraudin'”-niver mind fwhat I called her. 'Thin I wint for the Gaff, an' by the special ordher av Providence, for I was doin' a good work you will ondersthand, Dennis's springs hild toight. “Now, whin the Capt'n goes for that kit,” thinks I, “he'll be throubled.” At the end av _Sweethearts_ off the Capt'n runs in his kyart to the Colonel's house, an' I sits down on the steps and laughs. Wanst an' again I slipped in to see how the little piece was goin', an' whin ut was near endin' I stepped out all among the carr'ges an' sings out very softly, “Jungi!” Wid that a carr'ge began to move, an' I waved to the dhriver. _“Hitherao!”_ sez I, an' he _hitheraoed_ till I judged he was at proper distance, an' thin I tuk him, fair an' square betune the eyes, all I knew for good or bad, an' he dhropped wid a guggle like the canteen beer-engine whin ut's runnin' low. Thin I ran to the kyart an' tuk out all the kit an' piled it into the carr'ge, the sweat runnin' down my face in dhrops. “Go home,” sez I, to the _sais;_ “you'll find a man close here. Very sick he is. Take him away, an' av you iver say wan wurrd about fwhat you've _dekkoed_, I'll _marrow_ you till your own wife won't _sumjao_ who you are!” Thin I heard the stampin' av feet at the ind av the play, an' I ran in to let down the curtain. Whin they all came out the gurl thried to hide herself behind wan av the pillars, an' sez “Jungi” in a voice that wouldn't ha' scared a hare. I run over to Jungi's carr'ge an' tuk up the lousy old horse-blanket on the box, wrapped my head an' the rest av me in ut, an' dhrove up to where she was. '“Miss Sahib,” sez I; “going to the station? _Captain Sahib's_ order!” an' widout a sign she jumped in all among her own kit. 'I laid to an' dhruv like steam to the Colonel's house before the Colonel was there, an' she screamed an' I thought she was goin' off. Out comes the ayah, saying all sorts av things about the Capt'n havin' come for the kit an' gone to the station.