One, two, three and away.
(Trunk of tree closes again.)
Doo. Ah, here’s the fountain, look!
(Runs off, R., and returns with water in the palm of his hand. Throws it over Noodle.)
One, two, three and away! (Noodle springs up. He limps. The brothers embrace.)
Noo. I’m stiff as that old tree.
Enter Mona R., carrying large gold key.
Mona. You’ve found him, see! Look here! I’ve brought this key,
Key to the diamond mountain. Come! be quick:
We’ll play that dear old dwarf there such a trick.