"Oh yes, please! my dear Ribby; and may I
have a lump upon my nose?"
"With pleasure, my dear Duchess; how beautifully you beg!
Oh, how sweetly pretty!"
Duchess sat up with the sugar on her nose and sniffed--
"How good that pie smells! I do love veal and ham--I mean to
say mouse and bacon--"
She dropped the sugar in confusion, and had to go hunting under
the tea-table, so did not see which oven
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Ribby opened in order to get out the pie.
Ribby set the pie upon the table; there was a very savoury smell.
Duchess came out from under the table-cloth munching sugar, and
sat up on a chair.
"I will first cut the pie for you; I am going to have muffin
and marmalade," said Ribby.
"Do you really prefer muffin? Mind the patty-pan!"
"I beg your pardon?" said Ribby.
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