Yes, the kitchen door, and the door into the dining-room ... and now the drawer where the spoons are kept. At last! At last! aaah! (_He yawns_.) I can't stand this any longer. _Where_ is She? I don't hear the gravel creaking ... night's coming on! KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_ironically_) Go find her. TOBY-DOG And how about Him? He usually worries, and comes in asking, "Where is She?" But He's scratching still. He must have drunk up all the violet-colored water in the muddy little pot by this time. (TOBY _carefully stretches his legs_.) Ah! I feel lively ... and empty. We're going to eat soon! Just smell the good kitchen-smells that come under the door!... Let's play! KIKI-THE-DEMURE No. TOBY-DOG Run, I'll chase, without touching you. KIKI-THE-DEMURE No. TOBY-DOG Why not? KIKI-THE-DEMURE I don't want to. TOBY-DOG Oh! but you're tiresome! Watch me jump and arch my neck like a little horse and try to catch my stubby tail. Now I turn 'round and 'round--and--heavens! the whole room spins!--It's--st--opping--now. KIKI-THE-DEMURE Insufferable creature! TOBY-DOG Insufferable yourself! Look out, I'm going to run at you as She does, when She's merry, crying "Ha, cat!" (KIKI-THE-DEMURE, _without rising, puts up a paw bristling with claws and spotted underneath with rose color and black; it looks like a thorny flower_.) If you dare!... TOBY-DOG, (_in a frenzy_) I do dare! Bow-wow-wow! Ha, cat! ha, cat! (KIKI-THE-DEMURE, _exasperated, gives a spring and hangs on the table-cloth, slowly dragging it down. A lamp and various things fall to the ground. Terrified silence. The two animals, crouching under an arm-chair, await punishment_.) HE _appears at the study door, holding a pen, like a bit, between his teeth_. Thunder and blitzen! What is it now? This cursed menagerie has overturned everything! Where's your Mistress? What a place this is to be sure! Dinner never on time!... (etc., etc., etc....) (_The two guilty ones, who well know the harmlessness of such outbursts, laugh quietly to themselves and lying flat as bed-room slippers, look at one another through the fringes of the chair. The garden gate opens_. SHE _comes in carrying a basket, full of fragrant plums; her hands are sticky from their sugariness, her hair tumbled_. SHE _stands horrified, before the disaster_.) SHE Oh! They've been fighting again, have they? (_Without conviction_.) Dear _me,_ what nasty creatures! I'll give them away! I'll sell them!!--I'll _kill_ them!!! (_But the cat and dog, groveling in exaggerated humility, crawl up to her, and speak together_.) KIKI-THE-DEMURE