I. What's that, Priscilla?
She. Bitatoes pouring out of a sack. (Fetches another cushion and puts it on the top of the first.) Lumpetty, lumpetty, lumpetty.
I. And this?
She (opening her eyes very wide). Red plums. (Fetches another cushion.) Limpetty, limpetty, limpetty.
I. What's that?
She. Lovely honey.
I (affecting to simulate the natural gratification of a poor old man suddenly smothered in vegetables, fruit and liquid preserve). How perfectly delicious!
She. And you want to go to sleep again. [I go.
She (pulling my ear again). And you sawed a dragon coming up the drive, and the sofa was the dragon.
I. Alack, alack! I see a dragon coming up the drive. What shall I do? I must telephone to the police.