you not come near me!

_Celia_: And the comb!

_Conan_: Get away from me!

_Celia_: And the scissors.

_Conan_: Will you drive me out of the house or
will I drive you out of it!

_Celia_: Ah, be easy!

_Conan_: I will not be easy!

_Celia: (Pushing him back in a chair.)_ It will
delight the world to see the way I'll send you out!

_Conan_: Is the universe gone distracted mad!

_Celia_: Be quiet now!

_Conan_: Leave your hold of me!

_Celia_: One stir, and the scissors will run into
you!

_(Sings "With a snippet, a snippet, a snippet.")_

CURTAIN

ACT III

ACT III

_The two Cats are looking over the settle_.

_Music behind scene: "O Johnny, I hardly knew
you!"_

_1st Cat_: We did well leaving the bellows for
that foolish Human to see what he can do. There
is great sport before us and behind.

_2nd Cat_: The best I ever saw since the Jesters
went out from Tara.

_1st Cat_: They to be giving themselves high
notions and to be looking down on Cats!

_2nd Cat_: Ha, Ha, Ha, the folly and the craziness
of men! To see him changing them from one
thing to the next, as if they wouldn't be a two-legged
laughing stock whatever way they would
change.

_1st Cat_: There's apt to be more changes yet
till they will hardly know one another, or every
other one, to be himself! _(Sings.)_

"Where are your eyes that looked so mild,
Hurroo! Hurroo!
Where are your eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled,
Why did you run from me and the child?
O Johnny, I hardly knew you!

"With drums and guns and guns and drums,
The enemy nearly slew you!
My darling dear you look so queer,
O Johnny, I hardly knew you!

"Where are the legs with which you run,
When you went to carry a gun.
Indeed your dancing days are done,
O Johnny, I hardly knew you!"

_(Timothy and Mother come in from opposite
doors. Cats disappear--music still heard
faintly.)_

_Mother: (Looking at little bellows in her hand.)_
Do you know _That_ what it is, Timothy?

_Timothy_: Is it now a hand-bellows? It's long
since I seen the like of that.

_Mother_: It is, but _what_ bellows?

_Timothy_: Not a bellows? I'd nearly say it to be one.

_Mother_: There has strange things come to pass.

_Timothy_: That's what we've all been praying
for this long time!

_Mother_: Ah, can't you give attention and strive
to listen to me. It is all coming back to my mind.
All the things