. Tell me, what's
this grand procession to-day? Is it to be like a durbar at home, when
all the rajahs and nawabs come together with their elephants and
trains?"

"Oh, no, no, no!" cried Glyn, laughing. "Nothing of the kind."

"Then, why are they making all this fuss? It said on the bills we saw
yesterday in the town, `Ramball's Wild-Beast Show. Grand Procession.'"

"I don't know much about it," said Glyn; "only here in England in
country places they make a great fuss over things like this. I asked
Wrench yesterday, and he said that this was a menagerie belonging to a
man who lives near and keeps his wild-beasts at a big farm-like place
just outside the town."

"But why a procession?" said Singh impatiently.

"Oh, he takes them all round the country, going from town to town, and
they are away for months, and now they are coming back."

"Menagerie! beast show!" said Singh thoughtfully. "They are all tame,
of course?"

"Yes, of course," said Glyn. "It said lions and tigers and elephants
and camels, and a lot more things on the bills. I should like to see
them."

"You English are a wonderful people. My father used to have tigers--
three of them--a tiger, a tigress, and a nearly full-grown cub. But
they were so fierce he got tired of keeping them, and when the tigress
killed one of the keepers, you remember, he asked your father about it,
and they settled that it would be best to kill them."

"Of course, I remember," said Glyn; "and they had a tiger-hunt, and let
one out at a time, and had beaters to drive them out of the nullahs, and
shot all three."

"Yes," said Singh thoughtfully; "and my father wouldn't let me go with
him on his elephant, because he said it wouldn't be safe. Then these
will all be tame tigers and lions? Well, I shall like to see them all
the same, because it will make me feel like being at home once more. I
say, when is your father coming down again?"

"Don't know," said Glyn quietly. "I did ask in my last weekly letter."

"Ah!" said the Indian boy with a sigh, "I wish I were you."

"Well, let's change," said Glyn laughing. "You envy me! Why, I ought
to envy you."

"Why?" said Singh, staring.

"Why, because you are a maharajah, a prince; and when you grow old
enough you are going back to Dour to rule over your subjects and be one
of the biggest pots in Southern India."

"Well, what of that?" said Singh quietly. "What good will that do me?
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