ACT I
MARIGOLD
Yes. I mean they are as human to themselves as—as we are to us.
Nurse (after a gallant effort)
No, it's no good, dearie, I can't follow it.
MARIGOLD
I mean, they must seem quite big and grown up and human to each other, and if we lived in their world, then they would seem big and grown up to us, just like real people.
Nurse
Now, fancy that!
MARIGOLD
Mr. Toad, he's all puffed out and conceited, but very nice, you know, and very sorry afterwards for talking so much about himself. And Mr. Rat's a dear; that's him I was talk ing to just now. He's very quick and clever and helpful, and his little sharp eyes are always looking out so as to see that he doesn't hurt people's feelings. And Mr. Mole, I'm not sure about him. You see, he lives underground a good deal and doesn't go out into society much, so I should think he'd be rather simple and not liking to talk about himself, and just saying "Yes" and "No," and waiting to be asked before he has a second cup. And then Mr. Badger. Of course he's gray and much older than the others, and very fatherly, and sleeps a good deal with a handkerchief over his face, and says "Now, now, now," and "Well, well, well" when he's woken up. And Mr. Otter—
