'Oho, hast thou turned yogi with thy begging-bowl?' she cried.
'Nay,' said Kim proudly. 'There is a new priest in the city—a man such as I have never seen.'
'Old priest—young tiger,' said the woman angrily. 'I am tired of new priests! They settle on our wares like flies. Is the father of my son a well of charity to give to all who ask?'
'No,' said Kim. 'Thy man is rather yagi (badtempered) than yogi (a holy man). But this priest is new. The Sahib in the Wonder House has talked to him like a brother. O my mother, fill me this bowl. He waits.'