Mr. Cricket. Well, yesterday a bird got him—Snap, snip, snap. So we’re moving into his house. By Jove, what a slice of luck!
Mrs. Cricket. Gobbled him up alive? How horrible!
Mr. Cricket. Eh? A godsend for us. I did laugh. Tralala, &c. We’ll put up a plate. (Puts up plate with ‘Mr. Cricket, musician’). Where shall we put it? More to the right? Higher?
Mrs. Cricket. And you saw him eaten?
Mr. Cricket. I’m telling you—like that—snap, snip!
Mrs. Cricket. Horrible! Cricket, I have such a queer feeling.
Mr. Cricket. Good heavens—Perhaps it ’s—no, it couldn’t be, not yet!
Mrs. Cricket. Oh dear, I’m so frightened.
Mr. Cricket. Nothing to be frightened of, dear—Every lady—
Mrs. Cricket. It’s all very well for you to talk—Cricket, will you always love me?
Mr. Cricket. Of course, darling—Dear me, don’t cry—come, love.
Mrs. Cricket. Show me how he swallowed him—Snip, snap.
Mr. Cricket. Snip, snap.
Mrs. Cricket. Oh, how funny (Has hysterics.)
Mr. Cricket. Well, well. There ’s nothing to cry about. (Sits beside her) We’ll furnish this place beautifully. And as soon as we can run to it, we’ll put up some—
Mrs. Cricket. Curtains?
Mr. Cricket. Curtains, of course! How clever of you to think of it. Give me a kiss.
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