Gander. Why, it's gone!
[Enter Drake L.
Drake. Good morning, Gander.
Gander. Good morning's all very well, but where is it?
Drake. What? Where? Which?
Gander. Really, Drake, you're the stupidest bird. You're nearly as stupid as my wife, and I never saw such a goose as she is. Don't you see what I'm looking for? Don't you see what's gone?
Drake. Oh, you don't mean—what! the puddle! Gone!
Gander. Of course. Only yesterday morning there was a nice large hole just in the middle of the road, and a large puddle in it.
Drake. So there was. So convenient and delightful.
Gander. Yes, you were always sure of finding a puddle there, however dry the rest of the road was.