T.—Nor bark, nor do anything!
P.—Never mind. I killed one last night, I am glad to say.
T.—You killed a hen?
P.—Certainly.
T.—Well, I do call that hard on me! My master beat me as hard as he could because of that hen.
P.—Well! Were you beaten for that wretched, tough old hen? That is funny!
T.—Yes, that is a good joke, madam, I dare say! But we shall see.
P.—Don't be angry about such a trifle.
T.—I will be revenged still more. I have already broken a Venetian looking-glass, to show my indignation.
P.—Was it you who broke the looking-glass?