Perhaps , too , he knows a cure for my daughter 's sore eyes . Ask . him that also , O thou Little Friend of all the World . ' But Kim had danced off ere the end of the sentence , dodging pariah dogs and hungry acquaintances . ` Thus do we beg who know the way of it , ' said he proudly to the lama , who opened his eyes at the contents of the bowl . ` Eat now and -- I will eat with thee . Ohe , bhisti ! ' he called to the water-carrier , sluicing the crotons by the Museum . ` Give water here . We men are thirsty . ' ` We men ! ' said the bhisti , laughing . ` Is one skinful enough for such a pair ? Drink , then , in the name of the Compassionate . ' He loosed a thin stream into Kim 's hands , who drank native fashion ; but the lama must needs pull out a cup from his inexhaustible upper draperies and drink ceremonially . ` Pardesi -LSB- a foreigner -RSB- , ' Kim explained , as the old man delivered in an unknown tongue what was evidently a blessing . They ate together in great content , clearing the beggingbowl . Then the lama took snuff from a portentous wooden snuff-gourd , fingered his rosary awhile , and so dropped into the easy sleep of age , as the shadow of Zam-Zammah grew long . Kim loafed over to the nearest tobacco-seller , a rather lively young Mohammedan woman , and begged a rank cigar of the brand that they sell to students of the Punjab University who copy English customs . Then he smoked and thought , knees to chin , under the belly of the gun , and the outcome of his thoughts was a sudden and stealthy departure in the direction of Nila Ram 's timber-yard .
The XXXXX did not wake till the evening life of the city had begun with lamp-lighting and the return of white-robed clerks and subordinates from the Government offices .
Kim Mohammedan Ohe Pardesi University beggingbowl lama skinful snuff-gourd timber-yard