“You look tired,” said Judy when they were once again headed for the school. “How would you like to take a nap in my room for a couple of hours?”
“That will be just swell,” said Mary.
“By that time it will be early twilight, just the right time to visit the other side of the river.”
“Oh, yes, the other side of the river.”
“It’s quite different, I assure you. When I am in a strange little world I’ve never seen before, I like to see it all, not just part of it.”
“Oh, so do I.”
“Well, this time you’ll not see it all. No one has ever seen all of India, but you can see the other side of the river.”
They arrived at the school and soon, with the shades drawn and door locked, Mary was drifting off to the land of dreams.
When she was awakened, it seemed she had just fallen asleep, but a dash of cold water on her face and a demitasse of very black coffee brought her back to life.
“We’ll do the other side,” said Judy. “We’ll not take too long for it. Then we’ll dine in one of those strange, little restaurants. You may not like the food but you’ll like the setting. The fruit is always good and the tea—um!—such tea as you have never before tasted.”