Amal. No one will scold me. But will you play with them in front of our door for a while every morning? I'll get you new ones when these are old.
Boys. Oh, yes, we will. Say, chaps, put these sepoys into a line. We'll play at war; where can we get a musket? Oh, look here, this bit of reed will do nicely. Say, but you're off to sleep already.
Amal. I'm afraid I'm sleepy. I don't know, I feel like it at times. I have been sitting a long while and I'm tired; my back aches.
Boys It's only early noon now. How is it you're sleepy? Listen! The gong's sounding the first watch.
Amal. Yes, dong, dong, dong, it tolls me to sleep.
Boys We had better go then. We'll come in again to-morrow morning.
Amal. I want to ask you something before you go. You are always out—do you know of the King's postmen?
Boys Yes, quite well.
Amal. Who are they? Tell me their names.
Boys One's Badal, another's Sarat. There's so many of them.