` There is snow among the pine-trees in the North -- in the hills there is snow . My mother was from Kulu . Get thee a ticket . Ask him for a blessing . ' ` Ten thousand blessings , ' shrilled Kim . ' O Holy One , a woman has given us in charity so that I can come with thee -- a woman with a golden heart . I run for the tikkut . ' The girl looked up at the lama , who had mechanically followed Kim to the platform . He bowed his head that he might not see her , and muttered in Tibetan as she passed on with the crowd . ` Light come -- light go , ' said the cultivator 's wife viciously . ` She has acquired merit , ' returned the lama . ` Beyond doubt it was a nun . ' ` There be ten thousand such nuns in Amritzar alone . Return , old man , or the te-rain may depart without thee , ' cried the banker . ` Not only was it sufficient for the ticket , but for a little food also , ' said Kim , leaping to his place . ` Now eat , Holy One . Look . Day comes ! ' Golden , rose , saffron , and pink , the morning mists smoked away across the flat green levels . All the rich Punjab lay out in the splendour of the keen sun .
The XXXXX flinched a little as the telegraph-posts swung by .
Day Kim Kulu North Tibetan cultivator lama pine-trees splendour tikkut