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16 ing in to make friends with this child of yours. [Exit]

Uncle, I say, Uncle!

Hullo! Is that you, Amal?

Mayn't I be out of the courtyard at all?

No, my dear, no.

See, there where Auntie grinds lentils in the quirn, the squirrel is sitting with his tail up and with his wee hands he's picking up the broken grains of lentils