` Those who beg in silence starve in silence , ' said Kim , quoting a native proverb . The lama tried to rise , but sank back again , sighing for his disciple , dead in far-away Kulu . Kim watched head to one side , considering and interested . ` Give me the bowl . I know the people of this city -- all who are charitable . Give , and I will bring it back filled . ' Simply as a child the old man handed him the bowl . ` Rest , thou . I know the people . ' He trotted off to the open shop of a kunjri , a low-caste vegetable-seller , which lay opposite the belt-tramway line down the Motee Bazar . She knew Kim of old . ` Oho , hast thou turned yogi with thy begging-bowl ? ' she cried . ` Nay . ' said Kim proudly . ` There is a new priest in the city -- a man such as I have never seen . ' ` Old priest -- young tiger , ' said the woman angrily . ' I am tired of new priests ! They settle on our wares like flies . Is the father of my son a well of charity to give to all who ask ? '
` No , ' said XXXXX .
Bazar Kim Kulu Oho begging-bowl city kunjri lama people vegetable-seller