At the close of the dance and chorus , Chan retired into the tea garden , and drank so many cups of the national beverage , with such comic gestures , that the spectators were almost sorry when the opening of the opposite window drew all eyes in that direction . At the lattice appeared a lovely being ; for this potato had been pared , and on the white surface were painted pretty pink checks , red lips , black eyes , and oblique brows ; through the tuft of dark silk on the head were stuck several glittering pins , and a pink jacket shrouded the plump figure of this capital little Chinese lady . After peeping coyly out , so that all could see and admire , she fell to counting the money from a purse , so large her small hands could hardly hold it on the window seat . While she did this , the song went on to explain , -- `` Miss Ki Hi was short and squat , She had money and he had not So off to her he resolved to go , And play her a tune on his little banjo . '' During the chorus to this verse Chan was seen tuning his instrument in the garden , and at the end sallied gallantly forth to sing the following tender strain , -- `` Whang fun li , Tang hua ki , Hong Kong do ra me ! Ah sin lo , Pan to fo , Tsing up chin leute ! '' Carried away by his passion , Chan dropped his banjo , fell upon his knees , and , clasping his hands , bowed his forehead in the dust before his idol . But , alas ! -- `` Miss Ki Hi heard his notes of love , And held her wash-bowl up above It fell upon the little man , And this was the end of Chingery Chan , '' Indeed it was ; for , as the doll 's basin of real water was cast forth by the cruel charmer , poor Chan expired in such strong convulsions that his head rolled down among the audience . Miss Ki Hi peeped to see what had become of her victim , and the shutter decapitated her likewise , to the great delight of the children , who passed around the heads , pronouncing a `` Potato '' pantomime `` first-rate fun . '' Then they settled themselves for the show , having been assured by Manager Thorny that they were about to behold the most elegant and varied combination ever produced on any stage . And when one reads the following very inadequate description of the somewhat mixed entertainment , it is impossible to deny that the promise made was nobly kept . After some delay and several crashes behind the curtain , which mightily amused the audience , the performance began with the well-known tragedy of `` Bluebeard ; '' for Bab had set her heart upon it , and the young folks had acted it so often in their plays that it was very easy to get up , with a few extra touches to scenery and costumes . Thorny was superb as the tyrant with a beard of bright blue worsted , a slouched hat and long feather , fur cloak , red hose , rubber boots , and a real sword which clanked tragically as he walked . He spoke in such a deep voice , knit his corked eye-brows , and glared so frightfully , that it was no wonder poor Fatima quaked before him as he gave into her keeping an immense bunch of keys with one particularly big , bright one , among them . Bab was fine to see , with Miss Celia 's blue dress sweeping behind her , a white plume in her flowing hair , and a real necklace with a pearl locket about her neck . She did her part capitally , especially the shriek she gave when she looked into the fatal closet , the energy with which she scrubbed the tell-tale key , and her distracted tone when she called out : `` Sister Anne , O , sister Anne , do you see anybody coming ? '' while her enraged husband was roaring : `` Will you come down , madam , or shall I come and fetch you ? '' Betty made a captivating Anne , -- all in white muslin , and a hat full of such lovely pink roses that she could not help putting up one hand to feel them as she stood on the steps looking out at the little window for the approaching brothers who made such a din that it sounded like a dozen horsemen instead if two . Ben and Billy were got up regardless of expense in the way of arms ; for their belts were perfect arsenals , and their wooden swords were big enough to strike terror into any soul , though they struck no sparks out of Bluebeard 's blade in the awful combat which preceded the villain 's downfall and death .
The boys enjoyed this part intensely , and cries of `` Go it , XXXXX ! ''
Ben Celia Fatima Hi Ki Tsing arsenals leute tuft wash-bowl