Mr. Cricket. Of course, darling—Dear me, don’t cry—come, love.
Mrs. Cricket. Show me how he swallowed him—Snip, snap.
Mr. Cricket. Snip, snap.
Mrs. Cricket. Oh, how funny! (Has hysterics.)
Mr. Cricket. Well, well. There’s nothing to cry about. (Sits beside her) We’ll furnish this place beautifully. And as soon as we can run to it, we’ll put up some——
Mrs. Cricket. Curtains?
Mr. Cricket. Curtains, of course! How clever of you to think of it. Give me a kiss.
Mrs. Cricket. Never mind that now—Don’t be silly.
Mr. Cricket. Of course I’m silly. Guess what I’ve brought?
Mrs. Cricket. Curtains!