Modern ideas of speed and progress may whirl up the big central railroad from Bombay to Ajmere.
But they stop at the junction.

They do not travel along the Maharajah's private lines to Chitipur, where he, directly descended from an important and most authentic goddess, dispenses life and justice to his subjects without even the assistance of the Press.

There is little criticism in the city and less work.

A patriarchal calm sleeps in all its streets.

In Chitipur it is always Sunday afternoon.