“O God, the Almighty Maker of the world, save my brother Mylio!”
“Trouble not God the Father for so small a matter,” cried three little voices close beside him.
Tonyk turned in amazement.
“Who speaks? where are you?” he exclaimed.
“In the pocket of thy doublet,” replied the three voices.
Tonyk searched his pocket, and drew forth the walnut, the acorn, and the rushen cage, containing the three different insects.
“Is it you who will save Mylio?” said he.
“We, we, we,” they answered in their various tones.
“And what can you do, you poor little nobodies?” continued Tonyk.
“Let us out, and thou shalt see.”