"Shall I run
for the doctor? I will just lock up the spoons!"
"Oh yes, yes! fetch Dr. Maggotty, my dear Ribby: he is a Pie
himself, he will certainly understand."
Ribby settled Duchess in an armchair before the fire, and went
out and hurried to the village to look for the doctor.
She found him at the smithy.
He was occupied in putting rusty nails into a bottle of ink,
which he had obtained at the post office.
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