" By-and-by, "My little prince (she cried), go
to Aditi--Ady, we call her--that's the black ayah my lady brought home
with her."
"That will be another wife, I fancy," said Aminadab. "They have all two
or three wives in the East, haven't they? Guid faith, ane's mair than
eneugh here, if the Nawab's daughter's in her cradle."
"No, no, no, ye fool."
"'And I shall cut off the multitude of No,' Ezekiel thirtieth, fifteen."
"An ayah is a servant; and Ady's a good black soul as ever foolishly
washed her face when there's no occasion for the trouble. And yet these
black creatures are for ever washing themselves. They wash before
breakfast and after breakfast, before dinner and after dinner, before
supper and after supper, but the never a bit whiter they are that ever I
could see."
"Yea, they might save themselves a great deal of trouble," said
Aminadab.
"But they won't," rejoined Janet. "We have been tortured with their
washings. Sometimes, when angry, I say to Ady, Can't you go down to the
_Scouring Burn_?"
"'And wash thyself in the brook Cherith, which is before Jordan.'"
"But she says it's Brahma that bids her--that's their biggest god; and
this Brahma is a trouble to us too.
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