Barks and Purrs by Colette
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page 88 of 98 (89%)
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TOBY-DOG
A tradesman? KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_shrugging his shoulders_) That's not the kitchen bell. Perhaps it's caller. TOBY-DOG, (_with a bound_) What luck! They'll have tea and cakes! Come on!! Sugar, sugar! Little cakes! Little cakes!! KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_gloomily_) To see ladies who shriek, and put gloved hands on my back--hands covered with dead skin?... ugh! (_Feminine voices are heard--Hers among them--and the clear tinkling of a little bell; then the door opens and a very diminutive toy terrier enters, alone. She's black and tan, seems in love with herself, and comes forward with a mincing step_.) THE LITTLE DOG, (_voice way up in her head_) I'm the darling little dog, so pretty! (TOBY _is struck dumb with admiration and astonishment_. KIKI, _indignant, has jumped on top of the piano and remains an unseen and hostile spectator_.) |
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