Mee. No, dey all asleep—so airly!... Say! you blought dat lill’ t’ing I tol’ you?
Josi. Yesh, I’ve got it!
Mee. [Exultantly.] Sha!
Josi. What you want it for, eh?
Mee. Ugh!... Meself of course!... Me sleep in here.... All de big live-long rats come in de night and wake me! Dey run on my toes,—dey sit on my face. Not nice t’ing dat, eh?
Josi. Have you got de money?
Mee. Yah! [Fumbles in sleeve.] Dere now! [Gives him the money.] No say dat all right?
Josi. [Counting it.] Dat’sh all right.
[He gives her a small phial.
Mee. Oh! dat all! Dat not e-nough! Dere’s plenty twenty hundred rats in here.... Take a lot of killing, dey will!