Heigho!—so—
Nowhere else to go!
See—dat jus’ de way dat I come here,—
Seven year ago—a long seven year!
Oh dear!
[Speaks.] Say! Isn’ dat pletty:—what?
Tiki. Oh! how can I tell, Mee-Mee! I haven’t got eyes in the back of my head. Can’t you see I’m busy?
Mee. Dat what all de wicked people say!—Dey say dey’m busy:—dey mean dey don’ care!... You don’ care.... Don’ t’ink Mee-Mee care,—neither.... Sure not!... [Goes and looks maliciously over his shoulder.] You got dat drawn—all wrong!
[Turns away.
Tiki. Where, Mee-Mee? Tell me!