T.—A little better. I think I could eat a jam puff now, and some almonds and raisins.
M.—You shall have them at once.
F.—In the meanwhile, I hope Jack is cutting more wood than you did, or I don't know what will happen.
M.—It's very unlikely that Jack should do anything better than Tom. If he has, it will be the first time it has ever happened.
Enter Jack.
F.—I think I hear him. Well, have you brought us back any wood?
J.—Indeed, I have. But first, I must show you this glorious bird—my golden goose!
M.—A golden goose! Where did you find it?
J.—It was sitting at the root of a tree I cut down.
M.—Why, Tom, how was it you didn't find it?