of nights, and grubs his nose into the grate.
He begs no Sunday outs.
When he goes to joss-house, he comes to ask my leave, and never stays beyond his hour.
No cousins follow him to the house, and eat my venison-pie.
To do the heathen justice, though he carries two knives under his smock, he has some qualities rare among White
people, and quite unknown to Irish Biddies and German Trauts.
He never drinks.
He seldom sulks and storms.
He uses no offensive words; at least, no words that your wife and daughter understand.
No doubt, the rascal storms in his sleep and curses in his native tongue; sometimes I catch him at his capers; but the heathen is so cunning that when he is storming and cursing at his loudest, a man who didn't know him would think he was only lulling a baby to sleep.”
“ Is it a fact that, like other Asiatics, the best of these Mongols fib and pilfer?
“ Yes, they fib and pilfer; not, however, beyond the margin of their class.
All servants lie and steal.
Biddy pockets more, Traut bullies more, than Ki. Then Ki has moments of remorse, which Traut and Biddy never have.
When Ki is very bad he comes ”