5
a.m.
I made out one word which was repeated often , _ baksheesh _ . Reminding myself that I was of the Dominant Race , I sat up and waving a hand towards the horizon said sternly , `` Jao ! '' I do think I must have intimidated them , for they meekly picked me up again and we resumed our journey . The longest lane turns , the darkest night wears on to dawn , the weariest river winds at last to the sea ; and about tea-time , aching , dishevelled , hungry -LRB- having had nothing but a few chocolates since _ chota-hazri _ at 5 a.m. -RRB- , I was deposited before the verandah of the Russels ' bungalow . I do n't suppose you know anything about mission work ? Neither do I , which is very shocking , as I have had every opportunity of acquiring information . Perhaps , as a child , I was taken to too many missionary meetings , with their atmosphere of hot tea and sentiment , and heard too much of `` my dear brothers and sisters in the mission field , '' for I grieve to say , before I came to India , I quite actively disliked missionaries and thought them a feeble folk .