T. L.—Oh dear! This is terrible! Suppose the other half were to come down?
C. L.—Exactly! That's what we're afraid of. We're going to the Queen of England to see what she can do.
T. L.—A very good thing to do! I'll come with you and explain it all to her. Oho!
C. L.—Are you sure you're not too fat to walk so far?
T. L.—Too fat! Aha! On the contrary, I shall make you look respectable. We shall be admitted to the Queen at once. I'll just gobble first to let her know we're coming.
(Gobbles. They prepare to start as before, Turky in front. A voice outside is heard.)
Voice.—Stop! Stop! Good people, one moment, if you please.
D. D.—Why it's Mr. Fox!
H. P.—Is it safe to let him come?
T. L.—Oh dear, yes! There are quite enough of us to be a match for him. Oho! Aha!