Glick. He's the youngest.
Whick. It's his duty.
Blick. Nevertheless he's a disgrace to the family. [ Quee bows his head in shame.] I'm glad that you realise it, at least.
Click. And now [with a heavy sigh] supper!
All. [Sadly.] Supper!
Flick. No hurry! It's been getting cold ever since breakfast.
- [With lagging steps they march to the table, and are about to eat, when Blick starts back in surprise.
Blick.
I say!
Some one's been drinking from my cup!
Snick.
Some one has eat my porridge up!
Flick.
And used my brand-new knife to spread
A monstrous corner of Quee's bread!