What a calamity! I had forget ten that to these bonnets the Potala' was forbidden ground, as it was to myself, I had worn' mine a long time, ever since it had been sent to me—I early believe—by—some friends from an invisible world, to provide me with a most useful piece of disguise. It' sheltered my face and I felt more protected against] detection when I had it on my head. 'What now? My hair had turned beck to' its natural brown The troublesome Bonnet The Chinese ink I used as dye had been worn away before I vouched Lhasa and in my_present dwelling, with cracks in door and walls, through which my neighbours could' peep at any time, I had riot} been. able darken it anew. It no Longer matched the jet black yak hair: braids that I wore and these had gradually lost a large part of substance, until they had b thin, reduced to the They were ight, however, with the bonnet they shadowed my forehead enough to reproduce vaguely the now that I had to obey that horrid little toad and take off my bonnet, Iknew that I looked funnier than any clown who had ever exhibited! in any circus of the world.
However, escape was impossible. hid my bonnet under my dress, as: I was ordered to do, and rejoined my companions.—Yongden had lingered a little, waiting fox me. At the first glance, stricken with!
or, he opened a wide mouth and ly suppressed an exclaim:
Vhat have you done?" he said dismay. "Who took your bonnet away?"
"Tam not allowed to proceed with it on," T-answered hurriedly. "Yeo ook like a demon," he continued, trembling. "I never saw such a face yak esealle A ces a al a two villagers, who did not appear! to notice anything wrong or peculiar appearance and listened eagerly to guide, who related to them stories, about gods, holy] pespeice lee cre cee note the, corridats,. ise? siaewes
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