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Then for nearly five minutes Glyn went on fumbling over the fastenings, and succeeded at last in throwing open the door, to see a few golden fleck-like clouds softly bright high overhead, and away to his right the great animal that had roused him from his peaceful sleep.
But you don't! Who wants to look pretty like some great girl? The greatest thing in life is to be a man. Father says so, and you know he's always right." "Yes," said Singh thoughtfully; "he's always right; but did he say that?" "Well, not quite," said Glyn, laughing; and Singh looked at him suspiciously. "What he said was that the grandest thing in life was to be a boy."
"I don't suppose you'll have to, for the big chuckle-headed bully will have to lick me first, and I dare say I can manage to tire him so that you can easily lick him in turn." "You are not going to fight him," cried Singh hotly. "Yes, I am." "You are not. He insulted my dead father. A mahout indeed!" "So he did mine," said Glyn. "A shabby half-pay military officer indeed!
"Oh, I shall be so glad when it's all over," said Singh. "I would have said let's go away ever so long ago, only the Doctor might think it disagreeable after he had given us leave to see." "Yes, it would have looked bad," replied Glyn. "It seems to me such a shame," he continued, "getting us all here to see a procession of wild beasts, and all we have seen is a camel."
"No, he isn't," cried Singh; "he's in a fury." "But it's a regular tame one," said Glyn. "I dare say they might walk up and drive it in now. I'll go and help them if you will." "Well," said Singh, slowly and thoughtfully, "I don't know. It's a strange elephant; he's been scared, and I saw as he passed that he was in a temper; but I dare say we know as much about elephants as they do."
It was that day when I got into a passion about something, and made him so cross. But I was very sorry afterwards," said the boy quietly, "he's such a good old fellow, and made me like him as much as I did my own father." "Well," said Glyn merrily, "you have always had your share of him. It has made me feel quite jealous sometimes." "Jealous! Why?" said Singh wonderingly.
Within the cloister is a tablet commemorating the fact that it was partly built by Rev. E. C. Glyn and his wife in memory of his mother, who died in 1892. A little further on, immediately facing the south door, is another tablet, stating that the porch at the entrance to the cloister was erected by the widow of James Liddle Fairless in memory of her husband, who died in 1891.
Here, shall I try my knife?" "No, no, no! It will make him mad." "But we must do something," cried Glyn, who couldn't sit still for laughing. "Can't you turn his head? We are mowing and harrowing all these flower-beds with this wood-stack he's dragging at his heels.
Glyn uttered a kind of gasp, and then, making a tremendous effort, the power to speak returned, and he cried, "Oh no, sir; I am quite well, only only I am in great trouble, and I want to speak to you." "Indeed!" said the Doctor gravely, as he placed his elbows upon the table, joined his finger-tips, and looked over them rather sadly at his visitor.
"Talking about India and Sanskrit?" said Glyn. "Oh yes; he asked me all sorts of questions about Dour, and he asked me if I had ever seen Sanskrit letters." "Well?" "And I told him I had, and he shook his head and asked me where I had seen them." "Well, what did you say?" "That I had got some precious stones in my box with some Sanskrit letters cut in."
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