NOTEBOOK hip; these Malay nurses aboard pass a scarf over right shoulder and under left arm and baby sits in it as in a swing and folds his arms and head on nurse's shoulder and sleeps in great comfort. The best way yet of carrying a baby, after it is born. The only way one can get even a dim idea of the tangled mystery of caste is to imagine it among one's friends, and hear gossips say: *"Archie Jackson has degraded the cotton thread; he has drunk from Alec Peterson's ice-pitcher, and been excom- municated and ostracized by the Daggetts and Barnards and Whitakers and all that caste. Dick Taylor has been caught listening to the reading of the Bible and has been branded on his terminus and exiled to Kalamazoo." The upper castes regard us as the dirty peoples. Dirty is the right word; it accurately described what the Hindu thinks of us. Of course we must be disgusting objects to him; of course we often turn his stomach. He washes his garments every day; we come into his presence in coat, vest and breeches that have never been in the wash since they left the tailor's hands; they are stale with ancient sweat, tobacco smoke and so on. No doubt he says