(They fight. Sir Rat falls.)
Mr. Cat (sheathing his claws).
’Tis well I hastened; had I not, I fear
We soon had seen the last of Fluffy dear!
Tommy. Oh, dear, to think what might have been her fate!
Fluffy (aside). I learned that Polka step, at any rate.
Mrs. Cat. But luncheon’s waiting. Come into the house.
Your father caught to-day a fine spring mouse.
And, children, when I tell you not to stray
From home, in future do not disobey!
Curtain.
✙The end of Sir Rat✙