They have a very different life from you and me.
Little Ahmad was a sturdy, jolly little lad of four when I knew him, and, though he ought to have known better, he used to call after me (if his parents were out of hearing) the rhyme so familiar to Europeans in Persia—
Ferangi,
Chi rang-i,
Palang-i,
which, translated into English, means—
European,
What colour art thou?
Thou art a leopard.
He lived in a really beautiful house, built of sun-dried bricks and clay, and whitened inside with a smooth coat of plaster of Paris.