DRINKWATER. There's eathen menners fer yer! Calls Sr Ahrd Ellam
an Lidy Winefleet a Christian dorg and is woman! If ee ed you in
the dorck et the Centl Crimnal, you'd fawnd aht oo was the dorg
and oo was is marster, pretty quick, you would.

RANKIN. Have you broat their boxes?

THE PORTER. By Allah, two camel loads!

RANKIN. Have you been paid?

THE PORTER. Only one miserable dollar, Bikouros. I have brought
them to your house. They will pay you. Give me something for
bringing gold to your door.

DRINKWATER. Yah! You oughter bin bawn a Christian, you ought. You
knaow too mach.

RANKIN. You have broat onnly trouble and expense to my door,
Hassan; and you know it. Have I ever charged your wife and
children for my medicines?

HASSAN (philosophically). It is always permitted by the Prophet
to ask, Bikouros. (He goes cheerfully into the house with the
Krooboys.)

DRINKWATER. Jist thort eed trah it orn, a did. Hooman nitre is
the sime everywheres. Them eathens is jast lawk you an' me,
gavner.