Two in the morning
`` Stealing the grapes . Stealing the grapes , '' she shouted again . `` Rogues , rogues , rogues ! Two in the morning , hi ! hi ! '' And then she gave a shrill whistle , and burst out into a loud hearty laugh , that made Fred stare , it was so natural . `` There , '' said Philip , proudly , `` you have n't got such birds as that in London . ''