And when you tell her this, her clouded reason gives a momentary gleam--
[_Calling towards the basket._] Hey, old lady, he is growing!
ALL THE HENS
He is growing!
[_The lid of the basket is suddenly lifted, and a bristling aged hen's
head appears._]
THE PIGEON
[_To the_ OLD HEN, _gently and feelingly._] Does it make you happy,
mother, to think of him grown to a big fine Cock?
THE OLD HEN
[_Nodding, sententiously._] Happy?--Wednesday's crops do credit to
Tuesday! [_She disappears, the lid drops._]
THE TURKEY
She opens now and then, like that, and ping! shoots at us some such
pearl of homely lore--
THE PIGEON
[_To the_ WHITE HEN.] White Hen!
THE TURKEY
--not always wholly without point!
THE OLD HEN
[_Reappearing for an instant._] In the Peacock's absence, the Turkey
spreads his tail!
[_The_ TURKEY _turns quickly around, the lid has already dropped._]
THE PIGEON
[_To the_ WHITE HEN.] Is it a fact that Chantecler is never hoarse,
never the very least husky?
THE WHITE HEN
[_Keeping on with her pecking._] Perfectly true.
THE PIGEON
[_With growing enthusiasm._] Ah, you must be proud Cock who will be
numbered among Illustrious Animals and his name remembered five, ten,
fifteen years!
THE TURKEY
Very proud. Very proud. [_To a_ CHICK.] Who are the Illustrious Animals?
Tell them off!
THE CHICK
[_Reciting a lesson._] Noah's Dove--Saint Rocco's Poodle--The--the Horse
of Cali--
THE TURKEY
Cali--?
THE CHICK
[_Trying to remember.
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