But Ching woke just then, and, nodding and smiling, he helped me to turn our poor companion back, when we found him flushed and excited, muttering angrily, quite off his head.
"Nevy mind; pilate get tired; go to-day," whispered Ching.

"Get bettee soon.

Now have bleakfast.

Waitee bit: Ching makee butiful bleakfast, chicken, toast, egg, nice flesh tea.

There.