Josi. Where’sh Mee-Mee?
Mrs. O. That’s what I want to know.
[Hiti-Titi picks up poison-phial.
Hiti. What’s this?
Josi. [To Cosi.] Ah! She’sh not done it!
Mrs. O. Done what?
Josi. She wash going to poishon hershelf, you shilly woman!
Cosi. What’s all dis mean?
[Points to bridal preparations.
Enter Yunglangtsi gorgeously arrayed as a bridegroom.