. . . _Lump was dead_!
Lump, Lump!-- [The Children wail.

PIPER
[distracted]
Who's Lump?

RUDI
Our Dog!

PIPER
[shocked and pained]
The Dog!--No, no.
Heaven save us--I forgot about the dogs!

RUDI
He Wanted me;--and I always wasn't there!
And people tied him up,--and other people
Pretended that he bit.--He never bites!
He Wanted me, until it broke his heart,
And he was dead!

PIPER
[struggling with his emotion]
And then he went to heaven,
To chase the happy cats up all the trees;--
Little white cats! . . . He wears a golden collar . . .
And sometimes--[Aside]--I'd forgot about the dogs!
Well, dogs must suffer, so that men grow wise.
'T was ever so.