My ruffian says eight rupees, because
everything
is
so dear.
Kipling - Poems
G. (Aside with intense indignation.) I'd like to see Mir Khan
being rude to that girl! Hullo! Steady the Buffs! (Aloud.) And do you
understand about horses, too?
Miss T. A little--not very much. I can't doctor them, but I know what
they ought to eat, and I am in charge of our stable.
Capt. G. Indeed! You might help me then. What ought a man to give his
sais in the Hills?
My ruffian says eight rupees, because
everything
is
so dear.
Miss T. Six rupees a month, and one rupee Simla allowance--neither more
nor less. And a grass-cut gets six rupees. That's better than buying
grass in the bazar.
Capt. G. (Admiringly.) How do you know?
Miss T. I have tried both ways.
Capt. G. Do you ride much, then? I've never seen you on the Mall.
