You say such distressing things. I think I'll whine and call for help. Perhaps I'd better go to Her, and look in her face for the comfort you refuse me. But She seems asleep now, in that wicker chair, and how can I read my fate in her eyes, when their lids are down. I'll lick her hand very respectfully and ever so lightly! That will wake her and oh, may her first caress drive away the evil charm!
(He licks the hand hanging at the side of the chair.)
SHE, (with a scream)
Heavens! how you frightened me! Was there ever such a ninny as this Dog? There!...
(SHE administers a smart rap on the nose. TOBY'S nerves give way and he howls loud and long.)
SHE
Quiet! Not a word I say! Out of my sight! I don't know what's the matter, but I hate you! And that Cat sitting there, looking at me, like a bump on a log!...
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (bristling)
If She dares to touch me, I'll devour her!