Where is Abdallah?'
'Selling sherbet in the square. We shall find him. Has Alroy come
forth?'
'Yes! he goes the other way. We shall be too late. Only think of
Abdallah selling sherbet!'
'Father, let me go?'
'You will be in the way; you are too young; you will see nothing. Little
boys should stay at home.'
'No, they should not. I will go. You can put me on your shoulders.'
'Where is Ibrahim? Where is Ali? We must all keep together. We shall
have to fight for it. I wish Abdallah were here. Only think of his
selling sherbet!'
'Keep straight forward. That is right. It is no use going that way. The
bazaar is shut. There is Fakreddin, there is Osman Effendi. He has got a
new page.'
'So he has, I declare; and a very pretty boy too.'
'Father, will they impale Alroy alive?'
'I am sure I do not know. Never ask questions, my dear. Little boys
never should.'
'Yes, they should. I hope they will impale him alive. I shall be so
disappointed if they do not.'
'Keep to the left. Dash through the Butchers' bazaar: that is open. All
right, all right. Did you push me, sir?'
'Suppose I did push you, sir, what then, sir?'
'Come along, don't quarrel. That is a Karasmian. They think they are to
do what they like.
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