11 a.m.
He had so many questions to ask and I had so much to tell : all the home news and silly little home jokes -- Peter 's latest sayings -- things that are so amusing to tell and to hear but lose all their flavour written . You remember Boggley 's wild bursts of laughter ? He laughs just the same now , throws his head back and shouts in the most whole-hearted way . We talked from 11 a.m. till tea-time without a break -- talked ourselves hoarse and thirsty . After tea we drove on the Maidan , up and down the Red Road in an unending stream of carriages and motors , shabby _ tikka-gharries _ and smart little dogcarts -LRB- called here tum-tums -RRB- -- all Calcutta taking the air . One might almost have imagined oneself in the Park , if it had not been that now and again a strange equipage would pass filled with natives , men and boys gorgeous in purple and scarlet and gold , or closed carriages like boxes on wheels , in which sat dark-skinned women demurely veiled . From the Red Road we drove to the Strand , a carriage-way by the river where the great ships lie , and watched the sun set and the spars and masts become silhouetted against the red sky .