Enter Mr. Fox.
Mr. F.—Good afternoon, my friends. What a pleasant gathering you have here! You look as though you were going to enjoy yourselves.
C. L.—Alas! No! Nothing so festive. We are going to London on most serious business.
Mr. F.—To London?
G. P.—Yes, indeed! The whole sky has got loose and is slipping about in the most dangerous manner.
D. D.—It would have killed Henny Penny if she hadn't got under a beanstack.
Mr. F.—Oh how horrible! What shall we do?
C. L.—We're going to London to tell the Queen.
Mr. F.—To London! Why, that is capital! I'm going there myself.
D. D.—Are you, indeed!