The Blackbird
Prattlers! Wooden Swords! Knights of Hot Air!
The Pheasant-hen
But Scops—?
The Blackbird
A stuffed Owl!
The Pheasant-hen
And the Great Bubo—?
The Blackbird
Just two ten-candle-power lamps, to be turned on and off with a switch,—crick-crack! And Flammeolus, two lamps likewise—but acetylene!
The Pheasant-hen
[Bewildered by his imagery.] And so—?
The Blackbird
No, trembling Gypsy, there’s not enough in this great plot to choke a flea withal!
The Pheasant-hen
Truly? I have been so horribly afraid—
The Blackbird
Fear, I warn you, lovely Zingara, leads to dyspepsia! It’s because he keeps his eye closed and buried in the sand that the ostrich has preserved his famous digestion!
The Pheasant-hen
So it might seem.