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Boys
You come out to play with us, yes do.
Amal
Doctor won't let me out.
Boys
Doctor! Suppose the likes of you mind the doctor. Let's be off; it is getting late.
Amal
Don't. Why not play on the road near this window? I could watch you then.
Third Boy
What can we play at here?
Amal
With all these toys of mine lying about. Here you are, have them. I