"Don't the teachers try to stop it?"
"Oh, they have given it up."
"And the Police?"
"The boys care precious little for the Police. In my rambles through the bazars, I have often heard them saying to the Police—'Look here Mr. Constable, I am picketting'—and the Constable grins."
This caused a burst of laughter. Satyendra Nath said—"Do you intend, Nagendra Babu, to send your little boy to the National School when you arrive there?"
"Heavens!—That would be as much as my job was worth"—said Nagendra Babu with a smile.
"But supposing you didn't risk your job,—would you do it?"
"Oh, certainly."
"Then why continue in such a service?"—chimed in Girindra Nath.
"One must live."
"You have completed your terms of legal study. Why not pass the examination and start practice as a vakil at the High Court?"
"Oh dear! Do you think I am fit to pass examinations at my age?"
Indumati, pouting her little lips, said—"You are not willing to give up serving the Feringhees—
