Mee. Ugh! Dat velly easy t’ing, if he really want me.... Me say here to myself sometimes, ‘Now, t’ink, Mee-Mee, t’ink Tiki come all back again! T’ink dat you am his wife!... Den he sit like dis, and he paint: an’ you—just sit-an’-wait! Plesently he paint—all wrong: got to be closs with somebody—of course! Den he closs wid you! an’ you—jus’ sit-an’-wait! Den he paint ’bominable: got to beat somebody—beat you, eh? Den de picture come—all right!... Say, isn’t dat de way? What?
De man dat mally me—
Gleat artis’, see?
Wio.
Yes, if he understands, maybe.
Where did you learn all that, Mee-Mee?
Mee. It all inside of me!... Dat kind of t’ing come all of itself—me t’ink!
Wio.
Ah! That’s good! Well, some day you
Will have to teach that to Tikipu.