He shook his head. "Aw, no; no play yet. Play all time at night."
"What did you ask for last night, then? Come on, tell me!"
"Aw, no, no!" He shook his head, still laughing sillily.
"Money, King? I'll bet you prayed for money!"
"Aw, no, no! I tell you. I play for Miss Fielding."
I had stumbled upon a live wire! Instantly I was aroused, and careful to say no tactless word. What I had already got from him was an extraordinary amount for a Chinese of his caste to discover to a white man. So I went witfully to lead him on to tell me more.
"That's good, King; I pray for Miss Fielding, too. I want her to get well. Don't you?"
"Yep. She good lady, you bet. Maybe she get well, I dunno."
"What you think the matter with her, King? I'm worried about her."
He emptied his dish-water out, and wiped his hands first. Then he stopped suddenly and said: