THE VISIT OF THE WASHERMAN. 
room window, right on me when asleep, and pulling 
me over on the floor ; are you mad, drunk, or under 
the influence of hhangi running amuck ?” The boy 
raises himself up and in a humble manner goes down 
on his knees, in front of his master, bends forward, 
resting his forehead upon his feet, and implores his 
forgiveness. But master says, “ Have I not ordered 
you over and over again to give up this sort of 
conduct? Am I to have no privacy anywhere, not 
even in my own bedroom? What are you watching 
me this way for'?” But the boy humbly replies, 
I not watch master : think master plenty tired and 
asleep, and send away some kanganis who came to 
make too much bother, and just now the washerman 
come, wanting dirty clothes, and he is in a great 
hurry, so I just carefully look into the window to see 
if master was there, asleep or awake, and fall in, 
making all this trouble, and, appa-a-a, too much hurt, 
please look at my head, aiyo-o-o. Vannan wandaradu^ 
Master’s conscience now began to smite him for the 
hard thoughts he had entertained against, and the 
trick he had played upon, his worthy servant, for it 
was perfectly evident, that, at all events in this 
instance, what had been attributed to a silly curiosity 
arose from a correct feeling of great respect, in not 
disturbing his employer, if he should happen to be 
asleep, so he patted the boy on the shoulder, said 
he must get a carpenter to put those window bolts 
right, to go to the kitchen, and apply some turpentine 
to his bruised head and — stop, stop, just come here 
to the sideboard, where, with his own hands, he 
filled a glass quite full with brandy^ presented it to 
the boy saying, “ Drink it up,” and that boy required 
no second bidding ! After he had swallowed it he 
became quite well, went into the kitchen, and there 
expatiated at great length to the washerman and 
kitchen coolie, that there w^as no master like our 
master, so good and so kind. He told all about his 
fall, and how he was quite sure every other master 
would have beaten or kicked him for his impertinent 
behaviour. ‘‘But what do you think our master did, 
who, no doubt was also both hurt and alarmed?” 
The kitchen coolie now began to feel rather uneasy, 
having lent the servant some money, under the pro- 
mise of repayment next month, and said in a hopeless 
sort of way, “Stopped a month’s pay.” The reply to 
which was a grave shake of the head. The washer- 
man chimed in, “ Given you fifteen days’ notice. Let 
me go immediately and see master. I know a very 
good servant, a brother of one of my wives, who is 
living in my house just now, in want of a place. Is 
master in?— for he must be made to take my chief 
