[He forgets that he is still burning from having lately tended the fire. As he places the plates, the tablecloth catches fire and wraps itself around him.]
COAL (from inside the burning cloth). This is the end of me!
SAUSAGE (weeping). Dear me! Dear me! Who would have thought 't would turn out so badly! Well, 't is my duty to bring in wood.
[She opens the door and is face to face with a hungry dog who is sniffing about.]
DOG. Ah, I thought you'd be coming out soon!
SAUSAGE (pleased). Do you want to see me, sir?
DOG. Why, yes, I've been waiting for you.
SAUSAGE. How good to be out in the world! They always said my place was within.
DOG. They did, eh? Well, just to please them, I'll put you there.
[He swallows her quickly, which ends both Sister Sausage and our story.]