It's then you'll know it to be true!"
Celia: (Sings.)
"Come here my little birdeen! Coo!"
Conan: (Putting his hand on her mouth.) Be
going out now in place of calling that bird that is
as lazy and as useless as yourself.
Celia: My little dove! Where are you at all!
Conan: A cat to have ate it would be no great
loss!
Celia: Did you yourself do away with him?
Conan: I did not.
Celia: (Wildly breaking free throws herself down.)
There is no place for him to be only in under
the settle!
Conan: (Dragging at her.) It is not there.