“Yes; Ching speak ploper Inglis. No speakee pigeon Englis. All ploper. Interpleter. You likee go shore for walkee, see something?”
“You beggar, you were listening,” cried Barkins. “How long had you been there?”
“Ching just come ask young genelman likee walkee walkee.”
“Yes, allee likee walkee walkee velly much,” said Barkins, imitating the Chinaman’s squeak. “Why? Can you give us leave?”
Ching shook his head.
“Go ask offlicer. Go for walkee walkee, take Ching; you likee see something velly nice ploper?”
“Yes,” I cried eagerly. “Can you take us to see a Chinese theatre?”
Ching closed his eyes and nodded.
“You come ’long o’ Ching, I showee something velly nice ploper.”
“All right,” I cried. “Now, Tanner, go and try it on with the doctor.”