Josi. Dat ’ud kill five hundred, dat would!
Mee. Kill me too?
Josi. Kill de whole lot of you.
Mee. [Satisfied.] Ah!
Josi. So dey put you to shleep in here now, eh? Dat boy Tikipu never been sheen again, I shuppose?
Mee. [Startled.] What for you ask me dat now?... No, he not come.
Josi. M’m. Reashon I ashk wash becosh dish is de very day he went—t’ree yearsh ago. Feasht of Lanternsh it wash. I’ve a reashon for remembering de date.
Mee. So?
Josi. It wash to-day.... What’sh dat? Who’s dat dere?
Enter Olangtsi in sleeping attire.