But I see that even in springtime the Jungle People do not always forget . Mother , I go . '' Messua drew aside humbly -- he was indeed a wood-god , she thought ; but as his hand was on the door the mother in her made her throw her arms round Mowgli 's neck again and again . `` Come back ! '' she whispered . `` Son or no son , come back , for I love thee -- Look , he too grieves . '' The child was crying because the man with the shiny knife was going away . `` Come back again , '' Messua repeated . `` By night or by day this door is never shut to thee . '' Mowgli 's throat worked as though the cords in it were being pulled , and his voice seemed to be dragged from it as he answered , `` I will surely come back . '' `` And now , '' he said , as he put by the head of the fawning wolf on the threshold , `` I have a little cry against thee , Gray Brother . Why came ye not all four when I called so long ago ? '' `` So long ago ? It was but last night . I -- we -- were singing in the Jungle the new songs , for this is the Time of New Talk . Rememberest thou ? '' `` Truly , truly . '' `` And as soon as the songs were sung , '' Gray Brother went on earnestly , `` I followed thy trail . I ran from all the others and followed hot-foot . But , O Little Brother , what hast THOU done , eating and sleeping with the Man-Pack ? ''
`` If ye had come when I called , this had never been , '' said XXXXX , running much faster .
Brother Man-Pack Messua Mother Mowgli Rememberest day hot-foot night wood-god