No have velly bess flesh birds'-ness for dolla'; but all velly good.

Nicee nicee, velly nicee." "Don't!" cried Smith excitedly.
"Let him be, Blacksmith," said Barkins; "it's only his way.

Ah, here's something else!" I looked at the little saucers placed before us, in which, neatly divided, were little appetising-looking brown heaps, covered with rich gravy, and smelling uncommonly nice.
"What's this ?" said Barkins, turning his over with the chopsticks.
"Velly good," said Ching, smiling, and making a beginning.
"Yes; don't smell bad," said Smith.

"I know: it's quails.

There's lots of quail in China.