FUETHER EXPERIENCES OF MR, STALE, 
meditation. Having sat down on his mat, and mused 
for some time, he said to the kitchen coolj, “ 1 cannot 
understand how master knows all about my mother; 
will you believe it now, he has just exactly told me 
her true character! My mother has never left the 
hladras coast, and master has never been there. How 
could he have known? who could have told him ? 
It must have been you. How dare you go and 
talk to master about my relations ! ” The kitchen 
cooly replied and protested, and master had to interfere 
and inquire into the reason of all this row. But the 
b >y beiug probably ashamed of the discussion, said 
“He was scolding the cooly for not cleaning up the 
dishes.” The cooly very promptly replied, ‘‘How could he, 
or a iy one, clean dishes, without a towel,” and in a 
woeful manner held out, grasped in both of his hands 
a remnant, a small rag, of what had once been a 
kitchen tow'^el. “ What, ” cries master, “no kitchen 
towels. At your own request 1 bought two 
dozen from "Packier Tambi, the last time he was here 
and you know that is only about a fortnight ago : two 
dozen towels all done, in two weeks I 1’ m not going 
to pass that ; what has become of them ? ” As he was 
speaking, his eyes became fixed upon a towel tied round 
the kitchen cooly’s waist, which acted as a support 
for another, the crupper. Master made a dart, caught 
hold of him by the handkerchief, wTich w as tied round 
bis shaven head, the handkerchiefs gave way, and 
revealed, not the stubble of hair, but another towel 
which encased his head, and which the handkerchief 
had hid, Mr. Stale, prompted by these discoveries, 
suddenly thought of several table cloths which had 
been missing, which he would be extremely sorry to 
lose, beautiful damask ones, which had keen in bis 
family for many generations, and which his mother 
had placed in a corner of one of his trunks, in case 
he might have a ceremonious dinner party ; so he 
hopped into the kitchen, examined the boy's plank 
bed, and found that be indulged in the luxury of 
sheets, and after a great deal of investigation, for the 
sheets were as black as the bo^^’s legs, discovered 
that these sheets were his lost damask table cloths, 
lost indeed, in all but the name, for no amount of 
washing could ever recover them from their utterly 
hopeless state of dirt, which just had all the appearance 
of having been steeped in oil, and then smeared over 
with charcoal. Hardly had he time to recover from the 
shock of this discovery, w^henhis eyes caught a glimpse 
of some unusual looking shaped bags, standing in a 
dark corner. On examining them, they proved to be 
some of his linen pillow cases, now in use as store, 
or supply bags by the boy and his satellite. They con- 
tained a most miscellaneous supply of ail kitchen com 
