So they went thither in a clever disguise.
And Harry, for the first time in a long while dressed up as a very handsome young lady.
As men and women both frequented the opium joints, this was not deemed strange.
Old King Brady made himself up as a country jay, and Harry took him in tow.
He steered him into Mott street and Harry led the way into Ah Ling’s shop.
That urbane Celestial came up smiling and bowing.
“Ah, Melican lady buy fine handkerchief,” he simpered “Sellee cheap! Comee allee way China.”
Harry punched his rustic partner in the ribs and in true Bowery-girl style said:
“Come, buy me that, cully! Don’t you see I’m your steady now?”
“B’gosh! Haow much money do ye want fer the durned thing, Mister Chineeman?” asked Old King Brady.