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 Some one has used my fork.

To break A quarter off my barley-cake!

One cherry's missing from my four!

And, goodness gracious, how much more?
 * [They gaze at each other in amazement.

[Whispering.] Brothers, there must be Robbers in the house

Or Pirates.

Or Burglars.

Probably Burglars. If so, they are under the beds; burglars always are. Hush! Let every man look under his own bed.
 * [Each creeps to his bed, and peers cautiously under it. Then, one after