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THE POST OFFICE

Amal

Yes, dong, dong, dong, it tolls me to sleep.

Boys

We had better go then. We'll come in again tomorrow morning.

Amal

I want to ask you something before you go. You are always out do you know of the King's postmen?

Boys

Yes, quite well.

Amal

Who are they? Tell me their names.

Boys

One's Badal, another's Sarat. There's so many of them.