[Exit Mee-Mee.
Josi. Dat’s de little gell I told you about. Dey bought her seven years ago.
Cosi. She’d be a good security, she would. In three years’ time she’d be a good bargain for me.... [To Tikipu derisively.] Does dat—dat gel belong to you, too?
[Tikipu shakes his head indifferently.
Enter Mr. and Mrs. Olangtsi.
Mrs. O. Oh, you’ve come earlier than you said. Well, have you told him what we want? Here, [to Tikipu, who is showing too much interest], you can go and wait outside.
[Exit Tikipu.
Josi. Yesh, I’ve told him.
Mrs. O. What did you say his name was?
Josi. Mr. Cosi-Mosi—name fifty per shent de same, but no relation. Go on—you tell him what you want.