Perhaps the lamp of love may smoke in some poor cabin, - perhaps you are hesitating.

Money isn't kind. It stretches out its hand when we need two fingers.

He whom I had known before as a butterfly had become in his old age a busy bee.

But when I looked up into the man's face, I saw it flush red before my gaze.

I remembered the day when the cabuliwallah and my Mini had first met, and I felt sad. When she had gone, Rahmun lost himself in a distracted way.

Love endures in the most hopeless conditions, burns brightly in the dimmest light.

I tried to laugh him out of his fancy, and pointed out to him that there were flowers enough in the garden, without his wandering further afield.

One morning, however, not a few weeks later, going out to the balcony I found Rahmun there, - Rahmun, my Cabuliwallah.

In return I gave her lessons in arithmetic.

From outside we hear his plaintive call: 'Oh Burra Baabu!'

The Cabuliwallah