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Jan swept down the passage and into the room, to find her niece netted in her cot, and bouncing up and down like a newly-landed trout, while Ayah wrestled with a struggling Tony, who tried to drown his sister's screams with angry cries of "Let me get at her to box her," and, failing that, vigorously boxing Ayah.
"That would be a coincidence, wouldn't it?" she remarked, with a faint irony from which her tone had never been wholly free. A minute later the ayah entered the room. "Travers Sahib is here," she announced. "He asks if missy drive with him to the Colonel Sahib in his cart. Travers Sahib waiting." Beatrice and her mother exchanged glances. "Very well," Beatrice then said quietly.
She was sent with her ayah to the back of the tent for her nap. Then Nels came in. Skag had never seen such a dog. For size, for proportions, for power, for dignity, he was quite beyond comparison. "This is Nels, one of the four greatest hunters in India." Nels came to him at once.
"Exactly ... or brawl," Jan repeated in tones nothing like so firm. "She kickened and fit me, she did," Tony mumbled moodily as he climbed into his cot: "Can't I box her nor nothing?" "Not now," Jan said, soothingly. Ayah salaamed and hurried away. She, at all events, had cause to bless Jan, for now she got her meals with fair regularity and in peace.
His mother's ayah called him Willie-Baba, but as he never paid the faintest attention to anything that the ayah said, her wisdom did not help matters. His father was the Colonel of the 195th, and as soon as Wee Willie Winkie was old enough to understand what Military Discipline meant, Colonel Williams put him under it. There was no other way of managing the child.
I never did many things in India, but there were more people to look at natives and soldiers marching by and sometimes bands playing, and my Ayah told me stories. There is no one to talk to here except you and Ben Weatherstaff. And you have to do your work and Ben Weatherstaff won't speak to me often.
The lady's own ayah will go with her to her own country, to serve her as I serve thee. "These things are accomplished by a Power which works through those who are seldom seen and never known of men. "I have spoken and it is finished. Have I permission to take Nels to my quarters where he can rest? He is well; but not yet fully strong.
More flowers, perhaps? They are very easily got." "No that is, not especially. I was wishing well, that a tiger-hunt might last for ever; and I want a pair of tiger's ears. My old ayah says they keep off evil spirits and sickness; and all sorts of things." "I know; it is a curious idea. I suppose both those beasts there have lost theirs already. These fellows cut them off in no time." "Yes.
The ayah shrank into herself and showed the whites of her eyes and grinned, as a pariah dog might show its teeth afraid, but scenting carrion. "Go and see!" The ayah shuddered and collapsed, babbling incoherencies and calling on a horde of long-neglected gods to witness she was innocent. She clutched strangely at her breast and used only one hand to drag her shawl around her face.
"Please keep me with you, dear Uncle St. Bernard! Oh, please don't go away!" "I won't, sweetheart," he promised her. The ayah was nowhere to be found, but it was doubtful if her presence would have made much difference, since Tessa would not stir from her friend's sheltering arms, and wept again weakly even at the doctor's touch.