The Guinea-hen
[Leaving the Orpington for the Bearded Cock.] Oh, the Slav soul we have heard so much about! Charmed, beyond words, charmed!
The Magpie
Rose-footed Scotch Grey Cock!
The Guinea-hen
[Leaving the Bearded Cock for the Scotch Grey.] Oh, that rose foot! I do admire that rose foot! Think of introducing that rose foot at my tea! [With conviction.] What a social event!
The Magpie
Cock—
The Guinea-hen
[Out of her senses.] No, I say, no! There can’t be any more!
The Magpie
Cock with Goblet-shaped comb!
The Guinea-hen
[Who at every name rushes excitedly toward the newcomer.] Charmed, I am sure! Oh, what a novel notion! Goblet-shaped!
The Magpie
Blue Cock of Andalusia!
The Guinea-hen
Your egg, I presume, was laid in the vibrating hollow of a guitar! Delighted and honored,—both!
The Magpie
Cock Langsham!