"Oh, I don't mean what you mean, but I would like you to do a job for me. One of my wings has got some of the rivets out of it just above the joint. Could you put that to rights? A master craftsman--you are a master, of course--can see in a minute what's wrong, just come round here and feel my plates, will you? Well, get to work, then! You mend my wing, and then I'll go out and eat up all the town, and if you make a really smart job of it I'll eat you last. There!"