"Why, you yellow-skinned old Celestial, you were listening!" Barkins and I picked up each something to throw at the round, smooth, smiling face thrust in at the door, which was held close to the neck, so that we saw a head and nothing more.
"No flow thing at Ching," the Chinaman said softly.

"Offlicer don't flow thing.

Ching come in ?" "Yes," said Barkins, "come in.

What is it ?" Ching entered looking very important, and gave his head a shake to make his tail fall neatly between his shoulders, and drew the long blue sleeves of his gown over the backs of his hands till only the tips of his fingers, with their very long nails, were visible.
He advanced smiling at us each in turn, and bowing his round head like a china mandarin.
"You all velly good boy ?" he said softly.
"Oh yes; beauties," said Barkins.

"What's up ?" "You likee ask leave go for bit walkee walkee ?" "Don't!" roared Smith.