Charlotte Maria Tucker

Edith and Her Ayah Charlotte Maria Tucker

Mamma," said little Edith, looking up from the toys with which she was playing at the feet of her mother-"mamma, why does Motee Ayah never come in to prayers?"Mrs. Tuller was seated at her desk in the large room of her bungalow (house) in India. The day was hot; the blazing sun shone with fiery glare; but the light came into the room so much softened by green blinds and half-closed shutters, that the place was so dark that the lady could scarcely see to write. The punkah, a kind of huge fan, moving gently to and fro above her, made a[8] refreshing air which would have sent her papers fluttering in every direction had not weights been placed to keep them down.