Can't they do
anything
to help me?
Kipling - Poems
Capt. G. But you aren't! You sha'n't.
Ayah to punkah-coolie. (Stepping into veranda after a glance at the bed.
). Punkah chor do! (Stop pulling the punkah. )
VOICE. It's hard, Pip. So very, very hard after one year--just one
year. (Wailing. ) And I'm only twenty. Most girls aren't even married at
twenty.
Can't they do anything to help me? I don't want to die.
Capt. G. Hush, dear. You won't.
VOICE. What's the use of talking? Help me! You've never failed me yet.
Oh, Phil, help me to keep alive. (Feverishly. ) I don't believe you wish
me to live. You weren't a bit sorry when that horrid Baby thing died. I
wish I'd killed it!
Capt.
