[Speaks.] Lill’ golden lily! Ah, ho! [She picks the flower and puts it into her hair.] Dat’s all you’ll hear about it dis time. Wish you so happy Feast! Goo’-bye!
[Runs off laughing.
Students. Mee-Mee, come back! Mee-Mee, Mee-Mee!
Yung. [Awaking.] Who was making that beastly row? [Drums of execution-procession are heard.] What’s that?
Tee. [Looking out.] It’s the execution! Ah ha! Here they come!
Yung. Who-whoop! Who-whoop!
[Exeunt all, except Tikipu, in great haste.
[Tikipu throws himself forward over the stand where he has been grinding, and buries his face in his arms. Enter Mee-Mee: she advances sympathetically, but timidly.
Mee. Tiki.... Tikipu.... Have dey been beating you again? Eh? [Goes up to him.] Tiki, what is you clying for? [Touches him.] You clying?
Tiki. [Rousing himself with an effort.] No, I wasn’t crying, Mee-Mee; I was only asleep.... Crying! Ha! [He gets up.] Every one gone?
Mee. Yes ... dere’s de to-be-made-dead men jus’ gone by!... Oh, hear! Oh, see! [She runs to door and peeps out. Tikipu crosses to picture and sits gazing at it.] Oh, look, Tiki! dere’s a big pig lying asleep out in de street! All de people go by—he not care—he sleep.