Ah, there you are, cat! Well, now, proclaim your freedom!

(KIKI, _without replying, smoothes his ruffled fur_.)

TOBY-DOG

Proclaim your freedom I tell you! It's the custom. Whenever a door is
opened one must run, jump, twist oneself into half circles and cry out.

KIKI-THE-DEMURE

_One_? Who's one, pray?

TOBY-DOG

We dogs.

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_seated and very dignified_)

Would you have me _bark_, too?... We have never followed the same rules
of conduct, that I know of.

TOBY-DOG, (_vexed_)

Oh very well, I don't insist. How do you like this carriage?

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_sniffing fastidiously_)

It's frightful.--However, the cushions are rather good for one's nails.