THE WHITE HEN
[_To the_ GREY HEN.] Are you coming?

THE GREY HEN
Not a word! I intend to stay behind, to see the Cuckoo. [_She hides
behind the basket._]

CHANTECLER
You, little tufted hen, was it just my fancy that you looked sulky
falling into line?

THE TUFTED HEN
[_Going up to him._] Cock--

CHANTECLER
What is it?

THE TUFTED HEN
I, who am nearest to your heart--

CHANTECLER
[_Quickly._] Hush!

THE TUFTED HEN
It annoys me not to be told--

THE WHITE HEN
[_Who has drawn near on the other side._] Cock--