Tiki. Don’t you tell, mind! Now off with you! We’ll leave it here for Yunglangtsi. [Starts tidying up.] Some one’s coming, Mee-Mee.
[Exit Mee-Mee, Tikipu passes into pantry.
Enter Josi-Mosi and Cosi-Mosi.
Josi. Any one in?... Come in, Coshi.... Dere’sh only de boy! Take a look at de furniture now you’ve got de chance. Dat’s de picture—over dere.... And don’t forget you give me ten per shent on what you make from de introduction, Coshi.
Cosi. That won’t do. ’Tisn’t worth it. Five.
Josi. Coshi, I’m your only broder; shplit de difference and make it nine.
Cosi. What’s the good of your being my brother, when you are so shabby I can’t own you.
Josi. Ugh! Dere ain’t much to choose between you and me for shabbiness, Coshi; I’ve got a shabby coat, but you’ve got a shabby shoul!... How much did you shay?
[Tikipu re-enters.
Cosi. Five’s my figure.