Spring. They didn’t want me, and neither do you.
Columbine. Oh, you poor dear boy. Come along at once to the fire and have some breakfast.
Spring. I didn’t come in before, because I thought you wouldn’t want me. [All sit down to breakfast.]
Clown. Sausages? I’m tired of sausages; such ages since we had anything else.
Pantaloon. Ho! ho! ho! [Waves his wand.] We’ll have rabbit pie, then. [Dish of sausages turns to rabbit pie.]
Clown. Do you know how they get the rabbits into the pie?
Spring. [Shakes his head.] No.
Clown. Would you like to know?
Spring. Please, sir.
Clown. Well, first of all, you make a nice rich brown crust, and you put it over a large dish. Then you cut a round hole from the pie crust. Fill the dish with lettuce and put it out on the lawn.