Enter Yunglangtsi. Making gesture of execution with his hand, he shuffles in chuckling.
Yung. Phit! Phit! Ah ha! I’ve been to the executions, mother. Three of them were hanged, and two had their heads cut off! They did make such funny faces! Phit!
Olang. How could he have done it? Why, it’s—it’s wonderful!... When did you do this?
Yung. Do that? Why, that’s Mee-Mee, of course.
Josi. Yes, dat’s Mee-Mee, right enough.
Mrs. O. There, that shows you!
Olang. The Star! The Star! It is the beginning of the Event. This day three years it will come true!
Mrs. O. [Aside.] Don’t be a fool! He never did that. It was one of the others.
Cosi. Here, about dish money; dat little gal—why’ve you said nothing about her? She belong to you, eh?
Mrs. O. Yes. Well?