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CAT. What one begins one must needs finish.
[MISS MOUSE _returns._]
MISS MOUSE. Mother is nowhere to be seen. Now tell me what you named your
youngest child.
CAT. All-out.
MISS MOUSE. All-out? Why, that is more curious than the others. I have
never seen it in print.
CAT (_glaring at Miss Mouse_). You never will!
MISS MOUSE (_frightened_). What do you mean?
CAT (_preparing to spring_). I mean to put you down with the fat!
MISS MOUSE. Help! help!
[_Enter_ MOTHER MOUSE _just as the Cat clutches her daughter and jumps out
of the window with her. Mother Mouse crosses and looks into the empty
grease-pot._]
MOTHER MOUSE (_sighing sadly_). 'T was ever thus! Show your grease-pot, and
you'll go with it!
THE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAF
SCENE I
TIME: _the day before Christmas_.
PLACE: _Inge's Mother's home_.
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INGE.
HER MOTHER.
* * * * *
[_The_ MOTHER _stands at the kitchen window, watching for Inge._]
MOTHER. Ah, here she comes at last!
(_Short pause. Enter_ INGE.)
I have waited long for you, my child. Where have you been?
(_Inge is silent._)
Have you been to the Elf Hill? Tell me.
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