ABSTRACT
Delhi, motor cars, rich people, English women with loud voices—"fancy! the Kingdom of Heaven filled with people like..." like my ayah and my friend Dhunia the sweeper? I hoped so but in fact I knew it would not be low caste, untouchables, like that, but 'untouchables' like that beautiful, laughing English Lady. Now I know that they were unspeakables too, but that I learned too late to be much help. Not even Miss Whybrow and Mrs Thompson could teach me that; I had another twelve years to go before I would even have a chance to learn.
