Wio.
A matter of taste: the view is free;
You can look for yourself and see.
Mee. [Doubtfully.] H’m! Is dere any one pletty in dere?
Wio.
Pretty’s a word that knows no rule,
Here we have only the Beautiful.
Mee. H’m!... H’m! ... not pletty?
[Wiowani shakes his head.
Mee. [Very satisfied.] Say?... Me pletty, you no t’ink?