There was some justification for Kim - he had kicked Lala Dinanath's boy off the trunnions - since the English held the Punjab and Kim was English.
If the woman had sent Kim up to the local Jadoo-Gher with those papers, he would, of course, have been taken over by the Provincial Lodge, and sent to the Masonic Orphanage in the Hills; but what she had heard of magic she distrusted.
The big Punjabi grinned tolerantly: he knew Kim of old.
Thy father was a pastry-cook, Thy mother stole the ghi" sang Kim.
He was nearly six feet high, dressed in fold upon fold of dingy stuff like horse-blanketing, and not one fold of it could Kim refer to any known trade or profession.
Send him hither,' said Kim, dropping from Zam-Zammah, flourishing his bare heels.
said Kim, and dodged sideways among the cases of the arts and manufacturers wing.
Kim laid himself down, his ear against a crack in the heat-split cedar door, and, following his instinct, stretched out to listen and watch.
The old man halted by Zam-Zammah and looked round till his eye fell on Kim.
said Kim affably, squatting in the shade beside the lama.
Kim watched head to one side, considering and interested.
But my yogi is not a cow,' said Kim gravely, making a hole with his fingers in the top of the mound.