Enter Mr. and Mrs. Cricket.
Mrs. Cricket. No, Cricket, don’t be absurd.
Mr. Cricket. But darling, you must be careful—When you’re expecting—And now open the peephole—look—How do you like it?
Mrs. Cricket. Oh, darling, how tired I am!
Mr. Cricket. Sit down, darling, sit down. My popsy must take great care of herself.
Mrs. Cricket. What a long way—And all the move! Oh, men never know half the trouble moving is.
Mr. Cricket. Oh darling, come, come—Look, darling, look.
Mrs. Cricket. Now don’t get cross, you horrid man.
Mr. Cricket. I won’t say another word, really I won’t. Fancy, Mrs. Cricket won’t take care of herself, and in her state too—What do you think of her?
Mrs. Cricket. You naughty man—how can you joke about it?