Mrs. O. Make him? Of course I’ll make him! Where have you put him to?
Mee. [Full of terror and apprehension.] Put him to? Oh!
Yung. Mother, I want to go to bed.
Mrs. O. Where’s Tikipu?
Yung. Mother, when I said ‘Put me down!’ those devils, they tossed me!
Mrs. O. Who has seen Tikipu?
Han. Sheen Tikipu? Who wantsh to shee Tikipu? Mother of Mountains, don’t ashk such ’diculous questions!
Olang. But you must have seen him,—he was here a moment ago!
Lil. Don’t shay he wasn’t here momen’ ago. If he wash here momen’ ago—that’s why he isn’t here now; momen’ ago’sh over.
Mrs. O. Has he gone out? Did you meet him in the street?