"I say, Ching," I cried, striking an attitude, "take us where you can give us a tune, `Ti--ope--I--ow.'" "Yes; velly nicee music," he said, nodding and smiling.

"Ching takee see something velly good.

You leady ?" "In five minutes," cried Barkins.

"Gnat, go and tell them to have the boat ready.

Mr Reardon said we were to be rowed ashore." "Ching leady in five minutes," said the interpreter, running towards the door.
"Eh?
Why, you are ready," said Smith.
"No.