into his mouth. Blick greets him sternly.
Blick. Quee, you are late again! [Quee nods.] Been stealing as usual, I suppose? [Quee nods.]
All. [Shaking their fingers at him, reprovingly.] Oh!
Blick. You know it's wrong!
All. Very, very wrong! [Quee nods.]
Blick. Did anybody catch you at it? [Quee shakes his head.] That's good—as far as it goes.
Flick. Did you get me a mouse-trap? [Quee nods]
Glick. And my candles? [Quee nods]
Flick. And a pin? [Quee nods.] I'm glad of that. I've never seen a pin.
Blick. Of course you understand, Quee, that stealing is a sin, and that your conduct makes us very sad?
