Mee. Not no—not’ing dat kind, leas’ little bit at all.
Tiki. But you said——
Mee. No—say not’ing like dat!—Me bought wife for dat man’s son to mally. Not nice thought dat, eh, what?
Tiki. But why ever does he want to marry you, Mee-Mee?
Mee. H’m, dat my lill’ seclet! Though me got no money left, me born under Star. Star say,—man dat mally me gleat artis’. He no artis’ now, eh? He only got to mally me—den he become! See?
Tiki. Oh! So that is why he always sits idle and never works? It’s all going to be done for him?
Mee. Yes, so! Jus’ waitin’ fo’ me to come and make him big artis’.
Tiki. And when is that to be?
Mee. When de Star come say right time—den mally.
Tiki. How soon?