(TOBY is struck dumb with admiration and astonishment. KIKI, indignant, has jumped on top of the piano and remains an unseen and hostile spectator.)
THE LITTLE DOG, (astonished at not hearing the chorus of admiration that everywhere greets her, is reciting—)
I'm the darling little dog, so pretty! I weigh only one pound, eleven ounces, my collar is of gold, my ears of black satin, lined with shiny rubber, my nails are polished like the beaks of little birds. (Catching sight of TOBY-DOG.) Oh!--someone—(silence). He's rather good-looking.
(They ogle and strut.)
TOBY-DOG
How tiny she is!
THE LITTLE DOG
Sir—don't come near me.
TOBY-DOG
Why not?