KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (chewing)
Breast of chicken! Purr-rr ... Goodness me! I was purring without knowing it! That won't do. They'll think me resigned to this journey. I must eat slowly, grim, and undeceived, eat for the sole purpose of keeping myself alive...
SHE, (to the dog and cat)
Allow me to have my luncheon now, if you please. I too, like cold chicken and the hearts of lettuce, dipped in salt...
HE, (anxiously)
What shall we do to make this cat go into his basket again?
SHE
I don't know. We'll see presently...
TOBY-DOG