I do not wish to eat yet . ' He turned his head like an old tortoise in the sunlight . ` Is it true that there are many images in the Wonder House of Lahore ? ' He repeated the last words as one making sure of an address . ` That is true , ' said Abdullah . ` It is full of heathen busts . Thou also art an idolater . ' ` Never mind him , ' said . Kim . ` That is the Government 's house and there is no idolatry in it , but only a Sahib with a white beard . Come with me and I will show . ' ` Strange priests eat boys , ' whispered Chota Lal . ` And he is a stranger and a but-parast -LSB- idolater -RSB- , ' said Abdullah , the Mohammedan . Kim laughed . ` He is new . Run to your mothers ' laps , and be safe . Come ! ' Kim clicked round the self-registering turnstile ; the old man followed and halted amazed . In the entrance-hall stood the larger figures of the Greco-Buddhist sculptures done , savants know how long since , by forgotten workmen whose hands were feeling , and not unskilfully , for the mysteriously transmitted Grecian touch . There were hundreds of pieces , friezes of figures in relief , fragments of statues and slabs crowded with figures that had encrusted the brick walls of the Buddhist stupas and viharas of the North Country and now , dug up and labelled , made the pride of the Museum .
In open-mouthed wonder the lama XXXXX to this and that , and finally checked in rapt attention before a large alto-relief representing a coronation or apotheosis of the Lord Buddha .
Come art dug encrusted making repeated stood transmitted turned whispered