Dog. Oh yes, to be sure.
Cow. And then, the cat gives such a lot of trouble. She must have her dinner on a dish every day, all mixed up with a spoon.
Dog. Such a fuss! Why can't she just have a bone on the drawing-room carpet—nothing nicer than that.
Cow. Or some grass in the field—so simple? The Dish and the Spoon don't like having to come down from the dresser so often. They like being quiet. [Mewing heard.] Not much chance of being quiet with a cat who practises all day.
[Enter Cat L., mewing. She is carrying a 'cello or a violin, preferably the former. She sits down on chair R.C. and pretends to tune her instrument, mewing the note and turning the pegs. If a grown-up who can play the tune on one of these instruments is not available for the part of the cat, the child who acts it can be taught, while mewing the tune through after tuning, to draw the bow across the open D string and A string on first beat, provided the instrument is not too precious for such handling.
Cat. Don't interrupt, please, when I'm practising. I'm going to mew at a concert to-night.
[Goes on.
[The Cow and the Dog join in, mooing and barking.