"What's it good for?" demanded Warble. "We've done our courting, and
anyway--look here, Bill, there's only three things I can do. Have a baby--"

"Cut it out, Warb; I haven't the means just now. And it might be twins."

"That's so. Well, the second thing is to reform this town. It's going to
the dogs--to little, silly Pekes and Poms. I can save it, and correct its
ways and put it on a sound utilitarian basis."

"Don't believe you could do that."

"Can do. But the third trick is to flop over to their side and be like the
town people myself."

Petticoat laughed outright.

"Nixy on that, Warble, my duck. You'd have to reduce."

"I speck I should. Well, then the reform act for mine. I've got to do
something, Pet, to keep amused and interested."

"That's what I said. Have a party."

"I will. And it will be part of the reform. These people are too highbrow.
Too soulful. Too artistic--" "Warble! How many times have I told you
_never_ to use that word! Now, look here, if you want to play at
reforming, go ahead, nobody will interfere with you. But where'll you get
time? You spend most of your waking hours in slumber, and the rest,
eating. You're a sweet, lovely, cuddly thing, but if you keep on, some day
you'll find you can't get your kimono together."