Ganesh makes me laugh, with his elephant's head;
and Tooni says that Allah is not my God.'
'Tooni says,' Sunni went on reflectively, 'that my God is in her
little black book. But I have never seen him.'
Perhaps this Englishman will show him to you,' suggested Moti.
'But His Highness, your father, will he allow strange gods to be
brought to the people?'
'No,' said Moti, 'the people will not look at them. Every one has
been warned. But the stranger is to remain, that he may teach me
English. I do not wish to learn English--or anything. It is
always so hot when the pundit comes. But my father wishes it.'
A pundit is a wise old man who generally has a long white beard,
and thinks nothing in the world is so enjoyable as Sanskrit or
Arabic. Sunni, too, found it hot when the pundit came. But an
English pundit--
'Moti-ji,' said Sunni, laying his arm around the little prince's
neck as they rode together, 'do you love me?'
Moti caught Sunni's hand as it dropped over his shoulder. 'You
know that in my heart there is only my father's face and yours,
Sahib's son,' he said.
'Will you do one thing, then, for love of me?' asked Sunni eagerly.
'Will you ask of the Maharajah, your father, that I also may learn
English from the stranger?'
'No,' said Moti mischievously, 'because it is already spoken,
Sunni-ji.
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