T.—Certainly it was.
P.—Then we are quits. My mistress insisted that I had broken it, and would not give me my saucer of cream.
T.—Oh, that really is funny! We are quits, then. Shall we be friends again?
P.—Certainly, if you like.
T.—And, as a proof of our friendship, next time you come to kill the hens, I won't bark.
P.—That's a bargain. I'll steal two more to-night, and give you one.
T.—Oh, what a good plan! Let's go and choose them.
P.—Two nice fat ones!
(He offers her his arm. He says "Bow! Wow!" She says "Mew! Mew!" They go out.)