Beryl : - Bea, Bea, what are you doing ?
Bea : - I'm going to look for some twigs: it's looking very bare round here!
Beryl : - And what about the cat?
Bea : - What cat?
Beryl : - Down there by the well.
Bea : - Oh ! Well he doesn't look very dangerous. He's just an old cat, all black and white.