Re-enter Mee-Mee, wearing her bridal crown. Tikipu continues to move away.
Mee. Tiki! Tikipu!
Tiki. Why, Mee-Mee, is that you? What have you come for? It’s ... it’s very early, isn’t it?... Is any one up? Mee-Mee, what’s the matter? You are changed! What has happened since yesterday?
Mee. Since yes’day?
Tiki. It was ... it was yesterday, wasn’t it? Mee-Mee,—how long have I been away?
Mee. For t’ree year, Tiki—t’ree whole year.
Tiki. [Dumbfounded.] Three y——!
Mee. You ’shamed of yo’self, Tiki, eh? What for you come back now? H’m? Los’ yo’ way, I suppose!
Tiki. Yes, Mee-Mee, ... it’s strange!... I’ve ... I’ve lost my way!... Three years! And you are not married yet, Mee-Mee?
Mee. What dat matter to you, Mr. Tiki?... No ... not yet.... P’laps dat why you come ... to see me—mallied!... Well, den,—you jest in time!