` 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 Kim . ` Thy man is rather yagi -LSB- bad-tempered -RSB- than yogi -LSB- a holy man -RSB- . But this priest is new . The Sahib in the Wonder House has talked to him like a brother . O my mother , fill me this bowl . He waits . ' ` That bowl indeed ! That cow-bellied basket ! Thou hast as much grace as the holy bull of Shiv . He has taken the best of a basket of onions already , this morn ; and forsooth , I must fill thy bowl . He comes here again . ' The huge , mouse-coloured Brahmini bull of the ward was shouldering his way through the many-coloured crowd , a stolen plantain hanging out of his mouth . He headed straight for the shop , well knowing his privileges as a sacred beast , lowered his head , and puffed heavily along the line of baskets ere making his choice .
Up flew XXXXX 's hard little heel and caught him on his moist blue nose .
Brahmini House Kim Sahib Shiv city father forsooth morn son