Olang. Yes, put them all out! Don’t go burning my candles at both ends.
[Exit fussily.
Voices. [In distance.]
China’s burning, China’s burning.
Look yonder, look yonder!
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Oh, bring us some water!
[Tikipu leaves the lights and goes to get out his painting.
Re-enter Mee-Mee.
Mee. Oh, Tiki, she gone! She took de key; and when she go out she lock de door!... We all alone, you and me!