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Scorpio, the Scorpion
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going up to Moti who had perched herself on a high chair, and was gazing round the room with curious eyes.
"About who?" asked the child, still looking away.
"Why, him! repeated Bobby, pointing in the direction Dilâl had taken.
"There is n't nothing to tell," answered Moti indifferently.
"Yes, there is: who is he?"
"He is my servant!" replied the small person, with a comical toss of her head.
"Your servant? Your very own servant? What does he do?"
"Everything."
"Does he take care of you—is he your nurse?"
Moti nodded.
"I never!" was the boy's comment.
"It's nothing to be surprised about," she said with another toss; "does n't people have them here?"
"Oh, yes, only not black ones; we have
