The Guinea-hen
[Same business.] From five to six.
Chantecler
Are the ducks in their pointed house?
The Guinea-hen
[Same business.] The Tortoise has kindly said we may expect her.
Pheasant-hen
Indeed?
Chantecler
[On the last rung of the ladder.] Is every one under cover?—Every chick under a wing?
The Guinea-hen
[Still insisting with the Pheasant-hen that she come on the morrow.] The Tufted Hen has promised to bring the Cock.—[To Chantecler.] Charmed, I am sure.
Chantecler
But—
The Tufted Hen
[Looking out of the hen-house.] You will come, won’t you, dear?
Chantecler
No.
The Pheasant-hen
[At the foot of the ladder, looking up at him.] Oh, but you will?