Han. Yes, work, unpaid, and over-time!
Josi. Huh! Shuppose it wash you, den, sittin’ up here at work wid a light all last night? eh? and till de morning—and de night before dat too, ugh?
[Tikipu stops guiltily, raises his head, and listens.
Tee. Working all last ni——? Not in here?
Josi. It wash in here!
Tee. Tikipu, don’t you still sleep here? Who was that?
Tiki. [With confusion.] That was Mr. Olangtsi. He’s very busy getting his new picture finished.
Lil. At night!
Tiki. Yes!—but—but he doesn’t want any one to know.... O honourable young Masters, he would be very angry were you to say I told you!
Tee. Does Mare’s-nest-Invention mean to tell me that superannuated Capacity goes painting at night?