THE POST OFFICE
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Amal
No one will scold me. But will you play with them in front of our door for a while every morning? I'll get you new ones when these are old.
Boys
Oh, yes, we will. Say, chaps, put these sepoys into a line. We'll play at war; where can we get a musket? Oh, look here, this bit of reed will do nicely. Say, but you're off to sleep already.
Amal
I'm afraid I'm sleepy. I don't know, I feel like it at times. I have been sitting a long while and I'm tired; my back aches.
Boys
It's only early noon now. How is it you're sleepy? Listen! The gong's sounding the first watch.
