“Almighty Lord, Creator of the world, save my brother Mylio!”
“Trouble not God the Father for such a trifle,” replied three small voices which he heard all at once near by.
Tonyk turned round wonder-stricken.
“Who spoke then, and where are you?” he asked.
“In your waistcoat pocket,” replied the three voices.
The lad felt in his pocket, and pulled out the nut, the acorn, and the little cage of rushes, wherein were the three insects.
“Is it you, then, who wish to save Mylio?” said he.
“Yes, yes, yes!” replied they in their three different voices.
“And how will you go about it, my poor nobodies?” said Tonyk.
“Open our cages and you will see.”