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From: Town R. <com...@me...> - 2009-09-02 15:34:37
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Me him? CAT. I gave him an unusual name. I will tell you what it is. First, though, run out to see if your dear mother is coming. [_Miss Mouse nods and runs out. The Cat creeps to the grease-pot and eats half the fat; then crosses to window._ MISS MOUSE _returns._] MISS MOUSE. Mother is nowhere to be seen. Now what did you name your second child? CAT. Half-out. Miss MOUSE. Half-out? I never heard such a name! 'T is not in the calendar, I'm sure. CAT. What does that matter, if it pleases me? Now the last child is really a wonder. He is quite black and has little white claws, but not a single white hair on his body. MISS MOUSE. What have you named him? CAT. I'm afraid that will please you no better than the others, but still I will tell you. First, though, run to see if your dear mother is not coming. [_Miss Mouse nods and runs out. The Cat creeps to the pot and eats all the fat. She then crosses to the window._] CAT. What one begins one must needs finish. [MISS MOUSE _returns._] MISS MOUSE. Mother is nowhere to be seen. Now tell me what you named your youngest child. CAT. All-out. MISS MOUSE. All-out? Why, that is more curious than the others. I have never seen it in print. CAT (_glaring at Miss Mouse_). You never will! MISS MOUSE (_frightened_). What do you mean? CAT (_preparing to spring_). I mean to put you down with the fat! MISS MOUSE. Help! help! [_Enter_ MOTHER MOUSE _just as the Cat clutches her daughter and jumps out of the window with |