Bombay, and learn to talk proper English.

"We have thought much how this shall be done, and have settled that
our thinking, here, is no good. I must wait till I get to Bombay,
where I can get advice from people I know."

"Will you stay there with me, Soyera?"

"I cannot say what will be best," she answered, gravely; "I must
wait till I get there. Ramdass will go down with me. It is a good
time for him to go. The harvest work is done, he can be spared for
a month. He would like to go. He has never seen Bombay. We shall go
in the wagon."

The distance from Jooneer to Bombay was but about eighty miles, and
the journey was performed in five days, and Ramdass took down a
light load of maize, whose sale would pay the expenses of their
journey. Soyera rode and slept on the maize, except in two
villages, where she was able to procure a lodging for the night.
Ramdass and Harry walked by the bullocks, and slept at night by the
roadside, wrapped in their blankets.

On arriving at Bombay they put up at a khan, in the native town
and, the next morning, leaving Ramdass and Harry to wander about
and look at the wonders of the city, Soyera went to the shop of a
Parsee merchant, who was in the habit of supplying the canteen of
the troops, contracted for supplies of forage and other matters,
and carried on the business of a native banker. She had often been
to his place with Mrs. Lindsay; and had, from the time that she
entered her service, deposited her savings with him. She had, in
the first place, asked her master to keep them for her; but he had
advised her to go to Jeemajee.

The Parsee was, himself, in his shop. She went up to him.

"You do not remember me, sahib?" she said. "I was the ayah of Major
Lindsay. I was often here with the mem-sahib."

"I remember you, now," he said. "I do not often forget those I have
known. Yes; your master and mistress were killed, at their little
camp on the Concan. Nothing was heard of you, if I remember
rightly. I have some money of yours in my hands. Have you the
receipts?"

"I have them, sahib; but it is not for that that I come to see you.
I wish to ask your advice on a private matter."

The Parsee looked a little surprised.

"Come in here with me," he said, leading the way to his private
room, behind the shop.

"Now, what is it?" he asked, as he closed the door behind them.

"It was believed, sahib, that Major Lindsay's infant boy was
killed, at that time, like all others in