THE WHITE HEN
[_Looking about with quick jerks of her head._] Who called me?
THE VOICE
A pigeon.
THE WHITE HEN
[_Looking for him._] Where?
THE PIGEON
On the sloping roof.
THE WHITE HEN
[_Lifting her head and seeing him._] Ah!
THE PIGEON
Though I am the bearer of an important missive, I would not miss the
opportunity--Good evening, Hen!
THE WHITE HEN
Postman, howdedo?
THE PIGEON
My duty on the Postal Service of the Air obliging me this summer evening
to pass your habitations, I should be most happy if--
THE WHITE HEN
[_Spying a crumb of some sort._] One moment, please.
ANOTHER HEN
[_Running eagerly towards her._] What are you eating?
ALL THE HENS
[_Arriving at a run._] What's she eating?
THE WHITE HEN
A simple grain of wheat.
THE GREY HEN
[_Taking up her conversation with the_ WHITE HEN.] As I was telling you,
I mean to stay right on the door-step there--[_Showing the door of
the house._]
THE WHITE HEN
[_Looking at the door._] The door is shut.
THE GREY HEN
Yes, but I shall hear the hour striking, and I will catch a look at my
Cuckoo by stretching my neck,--
THE PIGEON
[_Calling, slightly out of patience._] White Hen!
THE WHITE HEN
One moment, please! [_To the_ GREY HEN.]--Catch a look at your Cuckoo,
by stretching your neck where?--Where?
THE GREY HEN
[_Pointing with her beak at the small, round opening at the foot of the
door.
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