He's having one of his attacks.
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (with a start)
Did you hear?
TOBY-DOG
Yes, the kitchen door, and the door into the dining-room ... and now the drawer where the spoons are kept. At last! At last! aaah! (He yawns.) I can't stand this any longer. Where is She? I don't hear the gravel creaking ... night's coming on!
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (ironically)
Go find her.
TOBY-DOG
And how about Him? He usually worries, and comes in asking, "Where is She?" But He's scratching still. He must have drunk up all the violet-colored water in the muddy little pot by this time. (TOBY carefully stretches his legs.) Ah! I feel lively ... and empty. We're going to eat soon! Just smell the good kitchen-smells that come under the door! ... Let's play!
KIKI-THE-DEMURE