Give me the
herbs for the omelette. Be sharp!"
He was rather abrupt. Jemima Puddle-duck had never heard him speak like
that.
She felt surprised, and uncomfortable.
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While she was inside she heard pattering feet round the back of the shed.
Some one with a black nose sniffed at the bottom of the door, and then
locked it.
Jemima became much alarmed.
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A moment afterwards there were most awful noises--barking, baying, growls
and howls, squealing and groans.
And nothing more was ever seen of that foxy-whiskered gentleman.
Presently Kep opened the door of the shed, and let out Jemima Puddle-duck.
[Illustration]
Unfortunately the puppies rushed in and gobbled up all the eggs before he
could stop them.
He had a bite on his ear and both the puppies were limping.
[Illustration]
Jemima Puddle-duck was escorted home in tears on account of those eggs.
[Illustration]
She laid some more in June, and she was permitted to keep them herself:
but only four of them hatched.
Jemima Puddle-duck said that it was because of her nerves; but she had
always been a bad sitter.
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