I go to Akrola of the Ford , and hear all about you , and I talk here and talk there . All the common people know what you do . I knew when the hospitable old lady sent the dooli . They have great recollections of the old lama 's visits here . I know old ladies can not keep their hands from medicines . So I am a doctor , and -- you hear my talk ? I think it is verree good . 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 XXXXX .
Akrola Babuji Ford Hindi Kim O'Hara Sahib Simla dooli lama