Amah. Coolie, he got killed this morning. He have two small children. Their mother, she die long time ago.
Daisy. How dreadful! Poor little things.
Amah. You like see them. They here.
[She goes to the door and beckons. A little, old, shabby Chinaman comes in with two tiny children, a boy and a girl, one holding on to each hand. They are very solemn and shy and silent.
Daisy. Oh, what lambs!
Amah. They no got money. This old man he say he take them and he bring them up. But he only coolie. He no got much money himself.
Daisy. Is he related to them?
Amah. No, him just velly good man. He no can do velly much. He just do what he can. The neighbours, they help little.
Daisy. But I'll help too. Have you got any money on you?
Amah. I got two, three dollars.