The E. L. Certainly not! Oh, Fluffy, naughty—naughty! Now lie down again, like a good dog. Oh, I'm afraid he's going to sleep!
Mr. Stip. If you would kindly take this—ah—toy in your hand, Madam, it might rouse him a little.
The E. L. (exhibiting a gutta-percha rat). Here, Fluffy, Fluffy, here's a pitty sing! What is it, eh!
Fluff (after opening one eye). The old fool fancies she's got a rat! Well, she may keep it!
[He curls himself up again.
Mr. Stip. We must try to obtain more—ah—animation than that.
[He hands the Elderly Lady a jingling toy.
The E. L. (shaking it vigorously). Fluffy, see what Missis has got!
Fluff (by a yawn of much eloquence). At her age, too! Wonderful how she can do it!
[He closes his eyes wearily.