“Glivee tlo me!” chattered the Celestial, his face betraying the greatest excitement and eagerness.
“Get out!” returned Merry. “Why should I give it to you?”
“I wantee it! I wantee it! Give tlo me!”
“Yah, yah!” chattered the other. “Yah, yah!”
He danced in great excitement.
“I don’t understand that kind of talk,” Merry confessed. “Chinese is not one of my accomplishments.”
“Glivee tlo me!” commanded the other, his hand still outstretched.
“Is it yours?” asked Merry.
The Chinaman nodded madly.
“It b’longee tlo me,” he asserted.