IT’S JUST THE PLACE FOR CENTIPEDES.
“Here, you see, sir, all the chairs,” stated the little baboo, waving his hand. “I must tell you, sir, that some are off teak and some off shisham wood. Thee shisham are the superior.”
“You mean, baboo,” said young Browne, seriously, “that the shisham are the less inferior. That’s a better way of putting it, baboo.”
“Perhaps so, sir. Yessir, doubtless you are right, sir. The less inferior—the more grammatical!”
“Precisely. And now about the prices, baboo. What is your exact overcharge for fellows like this? He’s shisham, isn’t he? And he’s about as sound as any of ’em.”
“Best shisham, sir—perfeckkly sound—not secon’ hand—our own make. Feel the weight of thiss, sir!”
“All right, baboo—I know. What’s the price?”
“If thee ladee will just sit down in it for a minit shee will see how comfortable it iss!”
“Trifle no longer, baboo—what’s the dom?”
“The price off that chair, sir, is eight rupees.”