After a while Ratan rose,and went off to the kitchen to prepare the meal;but she was not so quick about it as other days.Many new things to think of,had entered her
little brain🧠.When the postmaster had finished his supper, the girl suddenly asked him:'Dada,will
you take me to your home 🏠 🏠?'
The postmaster laughed.'What an idea 💡?'said he;but he did not think 🤔 🤔 🤔 it necessary to explain to the girl wherein lay the
absuridity.That whole night,in her
waking and in her dreams, the postmaster's laughing reply hunted her—'What an idea!'On getting up in the morning, the postmaster found his bath ready.He had stuck
to his Calcutta habit of bathing in
water drawn and kept in pichers,
instead of taking a plunge in the river as was the custom for the village.For some reason or other,
the girl could not ask him about the
time of his departure,so she had
fetched the water 💦 from the river long before sunrise, that is should
be ready as early as he might want it.After the bath came a call for Ratan.