"And this fine gentleman," exclaimed the Potwelvetate, looking in at thePrince, "what did he do?"

The jailer glanced at the number, and the report.

"Robbed hen-roosts," he exclaimed.

"He must have done a good deal of it to afford to dress so well,"said the Potwelvetate, passing on, and looking into other cells. "Itseems to me that many of your prisoners are somewhat youthful."

"It is best to take them young, my lord," exclaimed the jailer. "They arevery hard to catch when they grow up."