BOYS. Doctor! Suppose the likes of you mind the doctor. Let's
be off; it is getting late.
AMAL. Don't. Why not play on the road near this window? I
could watch you then.
THIRD BOY. What can we play at here?
AMAL. With all these toys of mine lying about. Here you are,
have them. I can't play alone. They are getting dirty and are
of no use to me.
BOYS. How jolly! What fine toys! Look, here's a ship. There's
old mother Jatai; say, chaps, ain't he a gorgeous sepoy? And
you'll let us have them all? You don't really mind?
AMAL. No, not a bit; have them by all means.
BOYS. You don't want them back?
AMAL. Oh, no, I shan't want them.
BOYS. Say, won't you get a scolding for this?
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.
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