O mamma, I'm frightened!
MRS CONSUL.
Why are you frightened?
CHILD.
The little girl says, a great fish (a crocodile) came out of the water, (the Ganges,) and devoured her father—and a fine gentleman came running with a sword, and stabb'd the monster—and her father was all bloody, and she would have been killed; but the fine gentleman took her away, and they were carried by black mans with muslin on their head, (turbans)—and the fine gentleman gave her to a great lady—All the fine things could not make her forget her poor father—He was very hungry, and as she lay on his arm, beneath the tree where the ugly monster came, he was giving her a little rice—it is all—the last mor—sel.
FAT MINISTER.
Hold your tongue, my bonny dear, and you and the black girl shall go to the dancing school.
CHILD.
No, mamma.—(Cries.)
MRS CONSUL.