"No, it is I, Jean, you know me, I am your uncle."
"No, it is I, Matthew, you remember that good soup I gave you. Come with me. You shall have a big piece of bacon."
"Come with me!" "Come with me!"
What a lot of friends! Little Nick growls with anger, and energetically motions them all to be gone. They obey, each meaning to return later.
On the following day, the many "guardians" betake themselves to the justice of peace to explain matters, and lay claim to their "rights."
The magistrate comes.
"Little Nick, you have some gold pieces?"
"Yes."
"Will you tell me where you have put them?"
"No."