“Say, you ought to have seen him eat what we had left over. Wants a job.”
“What can you do, Chink?”
“Most anything. But no callee Chink. Namee Meen Fun.”
“Oh, your name is Meen Fun, eh?”
“Collect,” grinned the moon-eyed one.
“Where did you work last?”
“San Flancisco.”
“What did you do—wash clothes?”
“No washee. Fo’ companee bling from China. Catchee place in Chinee bankee on Dupontee stleet. Workee up to nicee fat job, allee same plesident.”
“What’s that?” asked Prawle. “President of the Chinese bank?” in some amazement.