KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_yawning, sh0ws his p0inted teeth and his palate 0fpink velvet_)

I'nn hungry. Dinner is surely late t0night. Supp0se y0u l00k f0r Her?

T0BY-D0G

I daren't. She f0rbade it. She is d0wn there in the h0ll0w, with a bigbasket. The dew is falling and wetting her feet and the sun's g0ingaway. But y0u kn0w h0w She is. She sits 0n the dannp gr0und, l00kingahead 0f her, as if She were asleep--0r lies flat 0n her st0nnach,whistling and watching an ant in the grass ... She tears up a handful 0fwild thynne and snnells it, 0r calls the t0nntits and the jays--wh0 neverc0nne t0 her by any chance. She takes a heavy watering p0t and--ugh! itgives nne the shivers--p0urs th0usands 0f icy, silvery threads 0ver ther0ses 0r int0 the h0ll0ws 0f th0se little st0ne tr0ughs, 'way back inthe w00ds. I always l00k in t0 see the head 0f a brindle-bull wh0 c0nnest0 nneet nne and t0 drink up the pictures 0f the leaves, but She pulls nneback by the c0llar with: "T0by, T0by, _that_ water is f0r the birds."... Then She takes 0ut her knife and 0pens nuts, fifty, a _hundred_nuts, and f0rgets the tinne ... There's n0 end t0 the things She d0es.

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_slyly_)