My word , Mister O'Hara , they know about you and the lama for fifty miles -- the common people . So I come . Do you mind ? ' ` Babuji , ' said Kim , looking up at the broad , grinning face , ' I am a Sahib . ' ` My dear Mister O'Hara -- ' ` And I hope to play the Great Game . ' ` You are subordinate to me departmentally at present . ' ` Then why talk like an ape in a tree ? Men do not come after one from Simla and change their dress , for the sake of a few sweet words . I am not a child . Talk Hindi and let us get to the yolk of the egg . Thou art here -- speaking not one word of truth in ten . Why art thou here ? Give a straight answer . ' ` That is so verree disconcerting of the Europeans , Mister O'Hara . You should know a heap better at your time of life . ' ` But I want to know , ' said Kim , laughing . ` If it is the Game , I may help . How can I do anything if you bukh -LSB- babble -RSB- all round the shop ? ' Hurree Babu reached for the pipe , and sucked it till it gurgled again . ` Now I will speak vernacular .
You sit tight , Mister XXXXX ... It concerns the pedigree of a white stallion . '
Babu Babuji Europeans Hindi Kim O'Hara Sahib Simla babble lama