Everything is
yellow out-of-doors. My green eyes would reflect the golden sun and the
flaming woods and so turn yellow too.... Now I'll think only of what is
joyous and yellow, the beautiful, cold Autumn, the rosy dawn that leaves
its colors in the foliage of the cherry-tree ... Come, let's prove the
strength of our legs and enjoy to the full the consciousness that youth
has only just begun for us ... Who knows, death may never come ...
(_He jumps down from the console-table, without making the least
noise_.)
TOBY-DOG, (_stopping him_)
What are you going to do?
KIKI-THE-DEMURE
Scratch at the door, and strike up the "Hymn of the Sequestered Cat."
TOBY-DOG, (_indicating the figure on the couch_)
And doubtless waken Her?
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_stubbornly_)
I'll sing in a very small voice.
TOBY-DOG
And you'll scratch with your tiniest claws, I suppose? Stay here
quietly, He commanded it when He went away.
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_loftily_)
Does He command me? He beseeches me, and that's my only reason for
obeying him.
(_He sits down again, apparently resigned, and yawns slowly_.
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