Sir Lachlan Morrison:
Lolly's hospitalized the copper.
Lady Delia Morrison:
Well, I'm afraid we have not been successful with Beth. Magog is dead.
[nonchalantly throwing the dead cat into a garbage can]
Lady Delia Morrison:
Must have got to the milk. Beth, however, seems to be all right.
Sir Lachlan Morrison:
Well, Beame, you'd better deal with Miss Beth after breakfast, give her a shot of the usual.
Beame:
Yes, sir. Beg pardon, sir, but what if she's awake?
Sir Lachlan Morrison:
Then put her to sleep. Good God, man, how long have we been doing this?
Lady Delia Morrison:
Oh, pity about Magog. We will miss him.
Sir Lachlan Morrison:
Yes, well, the mice won't. Beame, get her ready for tomorrow before there are any more mishaps.
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