"I mean you, Ching." "Yes ?" said the Chinaman, with a pleasant smile; and he crossed his chopsticks, and looked at our brother middy inquiringly.
"What was that we were eating a little while ago ?" "Clucumber; velly good." "No, no; before that." "Birds'-ness soup; velly cost much.

Not all birds'-ness.

Some shark-fis' fin." "I don't mean that, I tell you," cried Smith in an exasperated tone of voice.

"I mean that other brown meat cut up small into the brown sauce.
It was rabbit, wasn't it ?" "Oh no," said Ching decisively; "no labbit.

Lit' mince-up pup-dog.
Nicee nicee." Smith turned green, and his eyes rolled so that he actually squinted; while Barkins uttered a low sound-like gasp.