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56 can't play alone. They are getting dirty and are of no use to me.

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?

No, not a bit; have them by all means. You don't want them back? Oh, no, I shan't want them. Say, won't you get a scolding for this?