“Oh deah me!” said Ching in his most squeaky tones, “I velly hungly. You like nicee bleakfast, Mis’ Hellick?”
“Don’t speak to me as if I were a baby, Ching,” I cried angrily.
“No; speak like to offlicer, Mr Hellick. You likee bleakfast—something good eat?”
“I hadn’t thought of it before, Ching,” I said, feeling rather ashamed of my angry tone; “but I am faint, and I suppose that is through being hungry.”
“Yes; Ching go down among locks and sand, see if he find something eat.”
“No, no,” I cried excitedly; “it would be madness.”
“Eh? you tinkee Ching mad?” he said, with a smile.
“Oh no; but you would meet some of the pirates.”
“No; allee gone ’long shore. Not come back long time.”
“But it is too risky. Perhaps some of the wretches are waiting.”