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Of this permission, a small red-head gentleman, whose demeanor advertised him to be in a somewhat advanced state of intoxication, availed himself and remarked slowly: "Hello, John. Washee, washee? Sabe how washee? Wlanter be Melican man?"
"Velly big Chinaman," whispered my cheerful friend; "first-chop man high classee no can washee no can eat no dlinke, no catchee him own glub allee same nothee man China boy must catchee glub for him, allee time! Oh, him first-chop man you bettee!" I had heard of this singular custom of indicating caste before, and was amazed and disgusted, but I was not prepared for what followed.
The lower classes absolutely can conceive of no difference between me and the "coolie." As an example, a boy on the street accosts me with "Hi, John, you washee, washee?" Even a representative in Congress insisted on calling me "John." On protesting to another man, he laughed, and said, "Oh, the man don't know any better."
Staggered by this humiliating statement, Hickory recovered himself in character. "Ah! Ho!" he shrieked, dancing wildly on one leg, "Mutiny and Splordinashun! Way with him to the yard arm." "Yald alm heap foolee! Allee same clothes hoss for washee washee." It was here necessary for the Pirate Queen to assert her authority, which, as I have before stated was somewhat confusingly maternal.
Stick it out, old man. Stay with it. Washee-washee like hell! Here we are, Jerry. Stay with it. Hang on, old boy, we'll get you. Easy . . . easy. 'Vast washee."
With a recollection of past pain, and an obscure suspicion of impending danger, she asked him when he had left Fiddletown. "Longee time. No likee Fiddletown, no likee Tlevelick. Likee San Flisco. Likee washee. Likee Tally." Ah Fe's laconics pleased Mrs. Tretherick. She did not stop to consider how much an imperfect knowledge of English added to his curt directness and sincerity.
Washee, cookee, clean-em house." His glance strayed toward the cradle. "Takem care you' li'l boy." Benito glanced at Alice questioningly. "Would you trust him?" he whispered. "Yes," she said impulsively. "He has a good face ... and we need a servant." She beckoned to Po Lun. "Come, I will show you the kitchen and a place to sleep."
When they had done the old lady cried, "Who says washee, dearies? Washee, washee, washee?" Whereupon the nine cats sat on their haunches and proceeded to make their toilettes. The requirements of cleanliness having been satisfied, and the nine basins having been taken away by the little maid, the old lady shouted out, "Who says play, dearies?
This hope, however, was soon dispelled. For, shortly after his arrival, as Fong Wu asked at the grocery store for mail, he met Radigan's inquiry of "You do my washee, John?" with a grave shake of the head. Similar questions from others were met, later, in a similar way. Soon it became generally known that the "monkey at Sam Kennedy's" did not do washing; so he was troubled no further.
You catch water, washee brother belong you; washee plenty too much, bime bye brother belong you all right. Jump!" he shouted fiercely at the end, his will penetrating the low intelligence of the black with dynamic force that made him jump to the task of brushing the loathsome swarms of flies away. Again he rode out into the reeking heat.
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