`Look！Itiscomingintoshape，’whisperedLurganSahib。
Thejarhadbeensmashed-yess，smashed-notthenativeword，hewouldnotthinkofthat-butsmashed-intofiftypieces，andtwicethreewassix，andthricethreewasnine，andfourtimesthreewastwelve。Heclungdesperatelytotherepetition。Theshadow-outlineofthejarclearedlikeamistafterrubbingeyes。Therewerethebrokenshards；therewasthespiltwaterdryinginthesun，andthroughthecracksoftheverandashowed，allribbed，thewhitehouse-wallbelow-andthricetwelvewasthirty-six！
`Look！Isitcomingintoshape？’askedLurganSahib。
`Butitissmashed-smashed，’hegasped-LurganSahibhadbeenmutteringsoftlyforthelasthalf-minute。Kimwrenchedhisheadaside。
`Look！Dekho！Itisthereasitwasthere。’