Yung. I want to go to bed, Mee-Mee ... where’s mother?
Mee. [Coming on fallen easel and torn paper.] Ah, say! Who done dat? Who done dat wicked t’ing?
Yung. They did, Mee-Mee! When I said ‘Put me down!’ those devils, they tossed me! But they all fell down, Mee-Mee, and then I was on the top.
Mee. Tiki!
Enter Tee-Pee, the others following.
Tee. Hon’ble Yunglang-shy wantsh you to put him to bed, Mee-Mee. I wantsh,—I wantsh to be put to bed too, Mee-Mee! Not de shame bed—don’t you go making a mishtake!—No—I wouldn’t——
Nau. What are you sitting up for, Mee-Mee?
Lil. What are you crying for?
Hiti. She’s crying, because she’s finished all those sweets we gave her.... But you mustn’t have any more, Mee-Mee, they’d be bad for you!
Enter from house Mr. and Mrs. Olangtsi.