Tiki. All right! There, run along, put out those lights for me! Be quick, you’ve got plenty to do.
[Music and loud drum-beating is heard.
Mee. Ah, say?
Tiki. Those are the bands going up to the Temple.... That’s where the procession starts. Hurry, Mee-Mee! You know you were told to go to bed.
Mee. Me?... Me stay to help you, Tiki.... [Looks over his shoulder.] Dat de seclet?
Tiki. Yes.
Mee. Oh, Tiki, you stealin’ de picture?
Tiki. Stealing it? No, silly! I’m only copying it,—just one little bit of it at a time.
Mee. Oh, Tiki, it de velly exact same t’ing!
Tiki. Hah! that’s all you can see! Ah, if only it were! [He begins mixing colours.] I’ve been thinking, Mee-Mee, of what you said to-day, about having to marry Yunglangtsi....