Mee. Oh! not for long time yet—t’ree year.
Tiki. I suppose the Star makes the date very particular?
Mee. Evellybody velly particular. Me not velly particular. Gleat artis’ not velly good husband, me t’ink.
Tiki. Oh yes! Why not? Look at Mr. Olangtsi! He’s a very good husband, in a way.
Mee. He gleat artis’?
Tiki. He was, Mee-Mee, he’s a little old now.
Mee. He mally under star, eh?
Tiki. No: he married under an eclipse, I fancy. Only don’t you say I said so. There! that’s finished now.
[He puts down drawing-board.
Mee. Oh! dat wonderful!