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THE POST OFFICE
ing in to make friends with this child of yours. [Exit]
Amal enters
Amal
Uncle, I say, Uncle!
Madhav
Hullo! Is that you, Amal?
Amal
Mayn't I be out of the courtyard at all?
Madhav
No, my dear, no.
Amal
See, there where Auntie grinds lentils in the quirn, the squirrel is sitting with his tail up and with his wee hands he's picking up the broken grains of lentils
