What's here? A lifeless lad!—and little wench!
Been eating berries—where did they get them idees?
For cows, when took so, I've the reg'lar remedies.
I'll try 'em here—and if their state the worse is,
Why, they shall have them balls I give my 'erses!
[Carries the bodies off just before the W. U. re-enters.
W. U. The children—gone? yon bush of berries less full!
Hooray, my little stratagem's successful!
[Dances a triumphant pas seul. Re-enter Farmer C.
Farmer C. Been looking for your little niece and nephew?
The W. U. Yes, searching for them everywhere—
Farmer C. (ironically). Oh, hev' you?
Then let me tell you, from all pain they're free, Sir.
The W. U. (falling on his knees). I didn't poison them—it wasn't me, Sir!
Farmer C. I thought as much—a constable I'll run for.
[Exit.