MIMOSA. Dear treasure-flower, beautiful lady will indeed love excellent play-acting. When the powerful sun travels higher in the sky, if little Ito returns to the garden he shall do excellent play-acting, the venerated Princess will like rarely.
ITO. Ito wants neither money nor books, but smiles from the beautiful, exalted lady.
MIMOSA. O dear kind one, the Princess will give smiles. All will love honorable, kind little Ito. Make leave-taking, and return, Ito, the comfort-bringing!
ITO. Then I return. Shall I play-act the doctor or the funeral?
MIMOSA. All the play-acting. Only return. (_ITO bows. EXIT L._) O joy, joy! Shall I with haste fly to the Princess? Ah, she comes, with worshipful lady and venerated Ancient One!
ENTER _PRINCESS R. with LADY C. and MISS P., followed by three girls._
PRINCESS. This, O kind ones, is the Chrysanthemum Garden. See honorable blossoms, how fresh and sweet. They will be gathered for thee; deign to accept. I will not myself pluck, lest evil come.
CECIL (_briskly_). Dear Princess, you are very kind. May I tell you more about my brother’s search for the little one?
MIMOSA (_throws herself with a cry at feet of PRINCESS_). O dear lady, forgive, the gods have sent Mimosa wisdom. Deign to remember. (_PRINCESS starts._) Nay, O most beloved, it is not evil. Condescend to remember the words of the most worthy Yamen who sleeps with the gods. Did he not say the gods of the sea sent thee to cheer his house with honorable laughter?
PRINCESS (_with surprise_). I remember well, O Mimosa San. Sometimes when still a little one I heard in the dark the sound of angry waves and strange moanings, as of voices calling in the hours when sleep condescended not to rest on my eyelids. He told me to still childish fears.
CECIL (_aside to MISS P._). G., this is exciting. We are not only explorers, but discoverers, and that is more than your professor will ever be!
MISS P. (_to PRINCESS, speaking in loud voice_). Are your father and mother dead?
PRINCESS. The noble Yamen and the exalted lady sleep with the gods.
MIMOSA. Deign, O most august, to remember the little bag they gave--the bag worn round venerated neck.
MIMOSA. The little honorable silk bag--the gracious Princess has told Mimosa of it, and the bidding of the powerful Yamen to open it if trouble dwelt on thy threshold. And we, O most foolish, have forgotten it.