We will hide ourselves there for a little while, and then you, who know the world, will guide us.

We will go to America, sell the stones, and we shall be rich.

Get up, Gabriel! We are going to strip the idol, as you say." "But this is a robbery that you are proposing!" exclaimed Luna, alarmed.
"A robbery ?" said the bell-ringer.

"Call it so, if you like--and, what then?
Are you afraid of it?
More has been robbed from us, who were born with the right to a share of the world, but however much we look round we cannot find a vacant place.

Besides, what harm do we do to anybody?
These jewels are of no use to the bit of wood they cover, it does not eat, it does not feel the cold in winter, and we are poor miserable creatures.