Giantess. O, no. Hub picked up some nice lost children in the wood, and here they are. Children, this is Rob Highway, the Honest Robber.
(The Honest Robber shakes hands with all the children.)
Giant (drinking from his mug). Well, Rob, my boy, how have you been making yourself useful to-day?
Robber. This morning I went to the dog-pound with a furniture-van, and filled it cram-full of lost puppies—cram-full, children. You never heard such a growling and yowling in your life. I drove slowly, and whenever I heard a child crying: “I want my dog! He’s lost!” I’d say, “Describe him,” and it wasn’t long, generally, before the dog and his little master were in each other’s arms.
Kit. Hurrah for you, old man!
Joscelin. What else did you do?
Robber. This evening I have chased seventeen burglars and taken away their stolen goods from them.
Maysie. Did you keep the things yourself?
Robber. Fie, fie, no! I’m an Honest Robber. I restored the property, and made a hundred dollars reward.
(A distant clock strikes twelve, and the Giant’s alarm-clock goes off in his pocket. He takes it out hurriedly.)