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THE POST OFFICE
Amal
How I wish I were a bird ! Then ———
Gajfer
But that would have been a bit of a job; I hear you've fixed up with the dairyman to be a hawker of curds when you grow up; I'm afraid such business won't flourish among birds; you might land yourself into serious loss.
Madhav
Really this is too much. Between you two I shall turn crazy. Now, I'm off.
Amal
Has the dairyman been, Uncle?
Madhav
And why shouldn't he? He won't bother his head running errands for your pet fakir, in and out among the
