The spell, stands there ... awake!
Well, now I’ve told you, and how much of it do you understand, I wonder! There! Off you run to bed, like a good little girl. I’m going to be busy. Good-night.... Why aren’t you gone, Mee-Mee?
Mee. Mrs. High-Mighty tell you to go to bed,—you sit up still: why not Mee-Mee sit up too?
Tiki. Oh, well, I’ve got something to do.
Mee. Plaps you not de only person got something to do.... You not want me: plaps me want meself. [Music passes. Mee-Mee moves to it.] Oh, de music!... Say, s’all I sing to you?
Tiki. [Indifferently.] Oh,—yes—if you like.
Mee. H’m ... yes. You like me to tell you all about meself?
Tiki. [Absent-mindedly.] Yes, ... oh yes ... that ought to be ... quite ... amusing.
Mee. Music, stop all dat noise!... Dey stop.... Ah, now ... ah, now!
[She sings.