FOLLOW THE EAST WIND TO
INDIA: HE SAYS A PRAYER AT
THE TAJ MAHAL EACH MORN.
The East Wind.
“Now, then, you see! I was right!” cried Coppertop, as soon as she had breath to speak. “There’s something very, very mysterious about all this. I wonder what the third thing will be.”
“Why should there be a ‘third thing’? Girls are always so superstitious!” said Tibbs. He felt decidedly uncomfortable, and did not like mysterious things in any shape or form.
“I don’t know, but there always is,” answered Coppertop gravely. “I wonder why the East Wind prays at the Taj Mahal? It’s the grave of an old Indian Queen-woman called Nur Mahal—which means Light of the Harem. Daddy told me all about it.”
“Where is it?” asked Tibbs.
“At Agra,” replied Coppertop. “And I’ve seen it. It’s simply gorgeous!”
“Well, if we’ve to go to India, let’s start. It’s a jolly long way. Come on, Kiddiwee.”