His new bullock-trunk, marked 'K.

O'H.', and bedding-roll lay in the empty sleeping-room.
'Sahibs are always tied to their baggage,' said Kim, nodding at them.
'You will stay here' He went out into the warm rain, smiling sinfully, and sought a certain house whose outside he had noted down some time before...
'Arre'! Dost thou know what manner of women we be in this quarter?
Oh, shame!' 'Was I born yesterday ?' Kim squatted native-fashion on the cushions of that upper room.

'A little dyestuff and three yards of cloth to help out a jest.

Is it much to ask ?' 'Who is she?
Thou art full young, as Sahibs go, for this devilry.' 'Oh, she?
She is the daughter of a certain schoolmaster of a regiment in the cantonments.

He has beaten me twice because I went over their wall in these clothes.