M.—What is it?
Jan.—(Covering her face.) That Tiny is in the garden!
M.—And he will be eaten alive!
(Covering her face with her hands, and sobbing loudly.)
Jan.—What shall we do? We can't leave him to die.
Jack.—(Valiantly.) No, we can't. I will go and save him.
M.—Oh, you brave boy! We'll come too.
Jack.—Come, then! I've got my knife.
(Pulls his knife out of his pocket.)
Jan.—And I'll take my new scissors.