[They imitate a cat’s fight, and dance off, holding each other’s pig-tails. Meanwhile Yunglangtsi has entered, dull and ponderous. He squats disconsolately on a cushion and sits cross-legged, looking at Mee-Mee with a sort of sulky possessiveness.
Yung. Come to me here, Mee-Mee! Come and talk to me!
Mee. Ya-as! What sort of talky-talky Serenity like best?
Yung. Any silly chatter will do, so long as you talk.
Mee. Hon’ble Mr. Yunglangtsi not velly happy to-night?
Yung. I’m bored, Mee-Mee; I’m bored!
Mee. You been changin’ yo’ clo’s?
Yung. I was made to, Mee-Mee: mother made me ... so did my father.... I don’t belong to myself, Mee-Mee.... I’m a human sacrifice.
Mee. Dey look mos’ mos’ beautiful!... You jus’ like a big lantern all on fire!... When you go in de procession—all de little bat-moths and bobby-howlers fly up agen you—so!—and burn deyselves fo’ dey know where dey are! Hee, hee!
Yung. Do you think that funny, Mee-Mee?