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 lap and watch everything, quietly, from the window. Now my Didima is no more. But after how long, and after how much seeking, have I now found the Didima that is hers also; and, seated on Her lap, am watching the pageant of this world. Some days before her death Didima said to me, &#x22; I will give all I have to you, and nobody else.&#x22; Shortly after this she gave me the key of her box. I opened it and found some rupees and gold mohurs, whereupon I went about telling every one I had got mudi-mudki. In the year 1757 Shaka (1242 B.S.), when Didima was on her death-bed, my father had gone on a journey to Allahabad. The vaidya came and said that the patient should not be kept in the house any longer; so they brought my grandmother out into the open, in order to take her to the banks of the Ganges. But Didima still wanted to live; she did not wish to go to the Ganges. She said, &#x22;If Dwarkanath had been at home, you would never have been able to carry me away.&#x22; But they did not listen to her, and proceeded with her to the river-side. She said, &#x22;As you are taking me to the Ganges against my wish, so will I too give you great trouble; I am not going to die soon.&#x22; She was kept in a tiled shed on the banks of the Ganges,