| MADAM CROW. |
| MISS CROW, her Daughter. |
| MASTER FOX. |
[MADAM CROW sits in the tree. Enter MISS CROW. She carries a large piece of cheese in her mouth.]
MADAM. O joy! O joy! Come, dear daughter, come! We'll dine as if we were queen and princess!
[Miss Crow flies to Madam Crow. Enter MASTER FOX.]
FOX. I bid you good morning, dear madam.
MADAM. Good morning to you, dear sir.
FOX (sitting under tree). With your permission, I'll speak with your daughter.
MADAM. She'll be pleased to listen, that she will—you are so clever.
FOX (modestly). Nay, madam, not so clever, only thoughtful.