The Black Hen
[Catching sight of a Butterfly alighting on the flowers above the wall at the back.] Oh, what a gorgeous butterfly!
The White Hen
Where?
The Black Hen
On the honey-suckle.
The Turkey
That kind is called an Admiral.
The Chick
[Looking after the Butterfly.] Now he has settled on a pink.
The White Hen
[To the Turkey.] An Admiral, wherefore?
The Blackbird
Obviously because he is neither a seaman nor a soldier.
The White Hen
Our Blackbird has a pretty wit!
The Turkey
[Nodding and swinging his red stalactite.] He has better than wit, my dear!
Another Hen
[Watching the Butterfly.] It’s sweet—a butterfly!