Josi. And Mrs. Back-of-de-House does like Mr. Wiowani: as soon as a picture is finished she walks into it.
[General laughter.
Lil. Sh-h-h!
[Within the house Mrs. Olangtsi’s voice is heard raised in anger, loud and voluble. All slink back to their places. Josi-Mosi shuffles off with his pickings to a corner. Enter Mrs. Olangtsi, followed by Olangtsi. Mrs. Olangtsi threads her way through obsequiously shifted easels towards Tikipu, and fetches him a box on the ear.
Mrs. O. Take that!
[Tikipu winces, but goes on grinding, glancing round apprehensively as she retires. Olangtsi follows at her heels, showing himself a careful understudy of all her masterful ways.
Olang. Yes, that!
[Boxes Tikipu as though the initiative were his own.
Mrs. O. [To Students.] So you pretend you’ve all been hard at work, do you?
Olang. Ay: you may pretend, but you don’t deceive me!