"THANK YOU WELLEE MUCH."

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXXXI, Issue LXXXI, 14 May 1920, Page 4

"THANK YOU WELLEE MUCH."

"John." was driving slowly across Grafton Bridge the other evening. His sleek horse—how is it that all Chinamen's horses are sleek —was picking its way thoughtfully aver the slippery asphalt, worn to a elide-like smoothness. John's little- almond eyes were looking at space as is the manner of his kind. His face wore that wrapt expression that might betoken an inward I meditation on an episode from Confucius, or a deep communing as to the combination he would back in the next week-end pakapoo party. Suddenly the glassy roadway got the better of the plump quadruped, and down came the outfit. John descended from his meditation and his seat with equal celerity. He had evidently had a good day, and the shower of coins that fell from his leather bag slung round Bis waist might have caused" the Profiteering Commisision to ask questions had they been onthe spot. A "digger" and some more young men passing hastened to help John, slightly flustered, but quite dumb, set his horse and" cart to rights' again, and to retrieve tlie rolling contents of his bag. When he was fixed up again, the Chinaman gathered" up his reins, and before he clambered clumsily aboard again, he looked round the amused group of young men, and after a slight facial contortion, broke his silenre with "Thank you wellee rrrach; see you again." He seemed quite pleased with the idiomatic end of i liis little speech.—Auckland Star. 1