Dog [to Cat]. You have lost your bet.
Cat. I'm very glad to go away from you all. I don't like those lumpy-jumpy ways.
All. We're glad too, so we're all satisfied!
[Exit Cat, mewing and fiddling.
Dish. Come along, Spoon. I'll run away with you into the fields.
Cow. Oh, what fun! we'll all elope together. Come on, Dog!
[They all dance round, and finally out. Length of dance ad lib., but they must go round twice at least. As they go from one side of the stage to the other, Cat comes in, in the contrary direction, meeting them. She carries her 'cello and stick in one hand, and in the other a small suit case. She tosses her head scornfully at the others and marches out.