Even now I cannot read it well.

And there are yet years and years and long years before I can be even a chain-man.' 'Have patience, Friend of all the World'-- Kim started at the title.
'Would I had a few of the years that so irk thee.

I have proved thee in several small ways.

This will not be forgotten when I make my report to the Colonel Sahib.' Then, changing suddenly into English with a deep laugh: 'By Jove! O'Hara, I think there is a great deal in you; but you must not become proud and you must not talk.

You must go back to Lucknow and be a good little boy and mind your book, as the English say, and perhaps, next holidays if you care, you can come back to me!' Kim's face fell.