Jube (appearing on run). Win, you imp ob sin, you, you Shanghi, you jes' brung back dat ar whitewash.
Win-Kye. All ligh', Jubee, me bling 'em back, in the sweetee bymby.
Jube (comes down). Look yere, you Celestial imp, quit yer fool! dis year ain't no time for mischievity; dis year am a solem' occasion; de ole man's found his long forgotten chile,—his lost offsprung,—an'—an' you've run off wid der baby's playthings.
Win-Kye. Muchee solly, baby cly. Supposee you sing him,—
"Littee Jack Horner
Makee sit inside corner,
Chow-chow he Clismas pie.
He put inside tu'm,
Hab catchee one plum.
Hi, yah! what one good chilo my!"