My knowledge of Marathi is worse than nursery standard and what the woman said was absolute gibberish punctuated by her sobs. I had to stop a two-whee...ler guy and asked him to translate. What she said was tragedy jumping out of the pages of news paper and hitting me in the face. Her husband, a farmer, somewhere in Beed district had committed suicide and whoever had lend him money, had grabbed his land and thrown out these three from their house. All she has was a distantly related brother who. Perhaps she hoped for more from this trip than was reasonable.When Tiger started pacing around, they mounted up and headed towards the Butte. The Butte would be a good site to look at for a day or two, but there were other, more interesting, geological structures in the area. The ride was pleasant as the two companions joked back and forth.It was a couple of hours before sunset when they reached the Butte. Ed stood up in his stirrups and looked around for a good camping spot. A little way. She had dashed back from somewhere, declared that she needed the steamer and he had needed to work quickly to get it ready. He tipped his cap as she strode across to the garage, resplendent in a long driving coat, hat, veil and gauntlets. “All ready, your Ladyship. Full pressure and plenty of water.“Efficient as ever, Boscoe,” she said with a smile taking her place behind the steamer’s steering tiller. The Steamer’s iron clad wheels were soon crunching their way down the gravel drive as Alicia. "Mmm," she hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, "it was gettinglate and I was getting worried." She smiled at Oscar. "Thank you fortaking care of her, Oscar. Would you like a coffee?" Another time, I would love one, Miss, but I'm going to let you bothtalk and get some rest. Your little girl, here, had a pretty bignight. I'm sure she has a lot to tell you. 'Night!" Good night, Oscar and thank you again. Say 'thank you' to Oscar,Beebs." Good night, Oscar. Thank you, very much." Good night,.