CAT (looking into the pot). Truly, the fat is kept hard and cool here.
MISS MOUSE. I pray you come away! Mother does not so much as let me look into it. 'T is not yet time, she says.
CAT (looking again into pot). Exactly!
(She leaves the pot and joins Miss Mouse.)
'T is just what I'll tell my kittens about my grease-pot when I have bought it.
MISS MOUSE. Ah, then you have kittens at home?
CAT (nodding). Such beautiful kittens! The eldest is white, with brown marks.
MISS MOUSE. He must be charming!
CAT. I've a mind to tell you his name. First, though, run out to see if your dear mother is not coming.
[Miss Mouse nods and runs out. The Cat quickly creeps to the grease-pot and licks the top off. She crosses to the window just as MISS MOUSE returns.]