‘Don’t be frightened, Teddy,’ said his father.  ’That’s his way of making friends.’

‘Ouch!  He’s tickling under my chin,’ said Teddy.

Rikki-tikki looked down between the boy’s collar and neck, snuffed at his ear, and climbed down to the floor, where he sat rubbing his nose.

‘Good gracious,’ said Teddy’s mother, ’and that’s a wild creature!  I suppose he’s so tame because we’ve been kind to him.’

‘All mongooses are like that,’ said her husband.  ’If Teddy doesn’t pick him up by the tail, or try to put him in a cage, he’ll run in and out of the house all day long.  Let’s give him something to eat.’

They gave him a little piece of raw meat.  Rikki tikki liked it immensely, and when it was finished he went out into the verandah and sat in the sunshine and fluffed up his fur to make it dry to the roots.  Then he felt better.

‘There are more things to find out about in this house,’ he said to himself, ’than all my family could find out in all their lives.  I shall certainly stay and find out.’

He spent all that day roaming over the house.  He nearly drowned himself in the bath tubs, put his nose into the ink on a writing-table, and burnt it on the end of the big man’s cigar, for he climbed up in the big man’s lap to see how writing was done.  At nightfall he ran into Teddy’s nursery to watch how the kerosene-lamps were lighted, and when Teddy went to bed Rikki-tikki climbed up too; but he was a restless companion, because he had to get up and attend to every noise all through the night, and find out what made it.  Teddy’s mother and father came in, the last thing, to look at their boy, and Rikki-tikki was awake on the pillow.  ‘I don’t like that,’ said Teddy’s mother; ‘he may bite the child.’  ’He’ll do no such thing,’ said the father.  ’Teddy’s safer with that little beast than if ho had a bloodhound to watch him.  If a snake came into the nursery now——­’

But Teddy’s mother wouldn’t think of anything so awful.

Early in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast-in the verandah riding on Teddy’s shoulder, and they gave him banana and some boiled egg; and he sat on all their laps one after the other, because every well-brought-up mongoose always hopes to be a house-mongoose some day and have rooms to run about in, and Rikki-tikki’s mother (she used to live in the General’s house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.

Then Rikki-tikki went out into the garden to see what was to be seen.  It was a large garden, only half cultivated, with bushes as big as summer-houses of Marshal Niel roses, lime and orange trees, clumps of bamboos, and thickets of high grass.  Rikki-tikki licked his lips.  ‘This is a splendid hunting-ground,’ he said, and his tail grew bottle-brushy at the thought of it, and he scuttled up and down the garden, snuffing here and there till he heard very sorrowful voices in a thorn-bush.