Boy Blue. And once I dropped it down the well. I was helping Johnny Stout get that pussy-cat out that Tommy Green put in.
Jack and Jill. Horrid boy, that Tommy Green!
Boy Blue. And it really hasn’t tooted very well since then.
[Miss Muffet, a very little girl, appears at door. She holds a little stool or hassock under one arm, and in the other hand a string, from which hangs a large, black spider.]
Jill. Why, here’s Little Miss Muffet, too! [Jill goes over to door, takes her hand, and leads her in.] I do believe she thinks she needs a new tuffet. Is that it, Miss Muffet?
Miss Muffet. Yes. Look at it! And I need a new spider, too.
Jack. [Examining the spider.] Why, that looks to me like a perfectly good spider. What’s the matter with your spider, Miss Muffet?
Miss Muffet. He’s black. I’m tired of a black spider. I want a yellow one—a big, yellow one.
Boy Blue. Well, I never knew Miss Muffet cared what kind of a spider it was.
[Simple Simon appears at door, hesitates.]