"Be quiet, Flounce, you fool!" On the stone floor of the house, they leaped upon him, two red chows and a fox-terrier bitch, knocking each other over in their joy.
"Olo she-dog he catchee plenty lats," piped a little Chinaman, who shuffled out from a side-room where lamplight showed an office desk.
"Too-day catchee.

Plenty lats.

No can." "My compradore, Ah Pat," said Heywood to Rudolph.

"Ah Pat, my friend he b'long number one Flickleman, boss man." The withered little creature bobbed in his blue robe, grinning at the introduction.
"You welly high-tone man," he murmured amiably.

"Catchee goo' plice." "All the same, I don't half like it," was Heywood's comment later.