Olang. Ah, yes, behind the picture! Bring him out! Bring him out!
Han. No—he’s not there! Nothing’s there! ’Shtificate’s not there, either!
Yung. Boohooh!
Mrs. O. There, there, don’t fret! We’ll get you another, just like it. There, don’t cry!
[Exeunt Mrs. Olangtsi and Yunglangtsi into house.
Han., Naut., and Pee. [Link arms and cross the stage staggering.] My—my—my beautiful ’Shtificate.... I hate you, father! Boohooh! Good-night!...
[They push Hiti-Titi from door-post and go out.
Olang. Oh, Fool! Fool! Fool! Why, why did I ... not ... spare?
[Mee-Mee holds up to Olangtsi torn fragments of picture. He strikes them down with a cry of rage.
No! I will not! That finishes it. So there!