` Oho ! ' said the old soldier . ` Whence hadst thou that song , despiser of this world ? ' ' I learned it in Pathankot -- sitting on a doorstep , ' said the lama shyly . ` It is good to be kind to babes . ' ` As I remember , before the sleep came on us , thou hadst told me that marriage and bearing were darkeners of the true light , stumbling-blocks upon the Way . Do children drop from Heaven in thy country ? Is it the Way to sing them songs ? ' ` No man is all perfect , ' said the lama gravely , recoiling the rosary . ` Run now to thy mother , little one . ' ` Hear him ! ' said the soldier to Kim . ` He is ashamed for that he has made a child happy . There was a very good householder lost in thee , my brother . Hai , child ! ' He threw it a pice . ` Sweetmeats are always sweet . ' And as the little figure capered away into the sunshine : ` They grow up and become men . Holy One , I grieve that I slept in the midst of thy preaching . Forgive me . '
` We be two old men , ' said the XXXXX .
Kim Oho Pathankot Sweetmeats darkeners despiser lama pice rosary stumbling-blocks