Strother leads off with a searing contrast between a wretched family of untouchables and a decadent Maharajah's palace as they might well have coexisted in early 19th century India. Then, presumably groping for a happy conclusion, she lapses into a silly travesty of a peasant revolt during witch an escaped pet cheetah and an idealistic English tutor convince the Maharajah to accept the untouchables (or at least this particular family of untouchables) as social equals. The author's demonstrated familiarity with the Hindu world view and the poverty of Indian village life makes this grade B minus scenario all the more incongruous.