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THE POST OFFICE

waste all this money earned with so much trouble—Oh, I hated the idea. But this boy clings to my heart in such a queer sort of way——

Gaffer

So that's the trouble! and your money goes all for him and feels jolly lucky it does go at all.

Madhav

Formerly, earning was a sort of passion with me; I simply couldn't help working for money. Now, I make money and as I know it is all for this dear boy, earning becomes a joy to me.

Gaffer

Ah, well, and where did you pick him up?

Madhav

He is the son of a man who was a brother to my wife by village ties. He