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You would let +them go cold; you know you would!"</p> + +<p>"I wish to hatch my own eggs; I will hatch them all by myself," quacked +Jemima Puddle-duck.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/12.jpg"><img src="./images/12-tb.jpg" alt="Carried Off" title="Carried Off" /></a></p> + + +<p>She tried to hide her eggs; but they were always found and carried off.</p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck became quite desperate. She determined to make a nest +right away from the farm.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/15.jpg"><img src="./images/15-tb.jpg" alt="Setting Off" title="Setting Off" /></a></p> + +<p>She set off on a fine spring afternoon along the cart-road that leads over +the hill.</p> + +<p>She was wearing a shawl and a poke bonnet.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/16.jpg"><img src="./images/16-tb.jpg" alt="Top of A Hill" title="Top of a Hill" /></a></p> + + +<p>When she reached the top of the hill, she saw a wood in the distance.</p> + +<p>She thought that it looked a safe quiet spot.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/19.jpg"><img src="./images/19-tb.jpg" alt="Starting to Fly" title="Starting to Fly" /></a></p> + + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck was not much in the habit of flying. She ran downhill a +few yards flapping her shawl, and then she jumped off into the air.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/20.jpg"><img src="./images/20-tb.jpg" alt="Soaring" title="Soaring" /></a></p> + + +<p>She flew beautifully when she had got a good start.</p> + +<p>She skimmed along over the tree-tops until she saw an open place in the +middle of the wood, where the trees and brushwood had been cleared.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/23.jpg"><img src="./images/23-tb.jpg" alt="Fox-gloves" title="Fox-gloves" /></a></p> + + +<p>Jemima alighted rather heavily, and began to waddle about in search of a +convenient dry nesting-place. She rather fancied a tree-stump amongst some +tall fox-gloves.</p> + +<p>But—seated upon the stump, she was startled to find an elegantly dressed +gentleman reading a newspaper.</p> + +<p>He had black prick ears and sandy coloured whiskers.</p> + +<p>"Quack?" said Jemima Puddle-duck, with her head and her bonnet on one +side—"Quack?"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/24.jpg"><img src="./images/24-tb.jpg" alt="Gentleman Reading" title="Gentleman Reading" /></a></p> + + +<p>The gentleman raised his eyes above his newspaper and looked curiously at +Jemima—</p> + +<p>"Madam, have you lost your way?" said he. He had a long bushy tail which +he was sitting upon, as the stump was somewhat damp.</p> + +<p>Jemima thought him mighty civil and handsome. She explained that she had +not lost her way, but that she was trying to find a convenient dry +nesting-place.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/27.jpg"><img src="./images/27-tb.jpg" alt="Jemima Tells Her Troubles" title="Jemima Tells Her Troubles" /></a></p> + +<p>"Ah! is that so? indeed!" said the gentleman with sandy whiskers, looking +curiously at Jemima. He folded up the newspaper, and put it in his +coat-tail pocket.</p> + +<p>Jemima complained of the superfluous hen.</p> + +<p>"Indeed! how interesting! I wish I could meet with that fowl. I would +teach it to mind its own business!"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/28.jpg"><img src="./images/28-tb.jpg" alt="The Shed" title="The Shed" /></a></p> + +<p>"But as to a nest—there is no difficulty: I have a sackful of feathers in +my wood-shed. No, my dear madam, you will be in nobody's way. You may sit +there as long as you like," said the bushy long-tailed gentleman.</p> + +<p>He led the way to a very retired, dismal-looking house amongst the +fox-gloves.</p> + +<p>It was built of faggots and turf, and there were two broken pails, one on +top of another, by way of a chimney.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/31.jpg"><img src="./images/31-tb.jpg" alt="Closing the Door" title="Closing the Door" /></a></p> + + +<p>"This is my summer residence; you would not find my earth—my winter +house—so convenient," said the hospitable gentleman.</p> + +<p>There was a tumble-down shed at the back of the house, made of old +soap-boxes. The gentleman opened the door, and showed Jemima in.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/32.jpg"><img src="./images/32-tb.jpg" alt="A Cozy Nest" title="A Cozy Nest" /></a></p> + + +<p>The shed was almost quite full of feathers—it was almost suffocating; but +it was comfortable and very soft.</p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck was rather surprised to find such a vast quantity of +feathers. But it was very comfortable; and she made a nest without any +trouble at all.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/35.jpg"><img src="./images/35-tb.jpg" alt="So Polite" title="So Polite" /></a></p> + + +<p>When she came out, the sandy whiskered gentleman was sitting on a log +reading the newspaper—at least he had it spread out, but he was looking +over the top of it.</p> + +<p>He was so polite, that he seemed almost sorry to let Jemima go home for +the night. He promised to take great care of her nest until she came back +again next day.</p> + +<p>He said he loved eggs and ducklings; he should be proud to see a fine +nestful in his wood-shed.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/36.jpg"><img src="./images/36-tb.jpg" alt="So Attentive" title="So Attentive" /></a></p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck came every afternoon; she laid nine eggs in the nest. +They were greeny white and very large. The foxy gentleman admired them +immensely. He used to turn them over and count them when Jemima was not +there.</p> + +<p>At last Jemima told him that she intended to begin to sit next day—"and I +will bring a bag of corn with me, so that I need never leave my nest until +the eggs are hatched. They might catch cold," said the conscientious +Jemima.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/39.jpg"><img src="./images/39-tb.jpg" alt="A Request" title="A Request" /></a></p> + + +<p>"Madam, I beg you not to trouble yourself with a bag; I will provide oats. +But before you commence your tedious sitting, I intend to give you a +treat. Let us have a dinner-party all to ourselves!</p> + +<p>"May I ask you to bring up some herbs from the farm-garden to make a +savoury omelette? Sage and thyme, and mint and two onions, and some +parsley. I will provide lard for the stuff—lard for the omelette," said +the hospitable gentleman with sandy whiskers.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/40.jpg"><img src="./images/40-tb.jpg" alt="Herb-gathering" title="Herb-gathering" /></a></p> + + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck was a simpleton: not even the mention of sage and +onions made her suspicious.</p> + +<p>She went round the farm-garden, nibbling off snippets of all the different +sorts of herbs that are used for stuffing roast duck.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/43.jpg"><img src="./images/43-tb.jpg" alt="Telling Kep All" title="Telling Kep All" /></a></p> + +<p>And she waddled into the kitchen, and got two onions out of a basket.</p> + +<p>The collie-dog Kep met her coming out, "What are you doing with those +onions? Where do you go every afternoon by yourself, Jemima Puddle-duck?"</p> + +<p>Jemima was rather in awe of the collie; she told him the whole story.</p> + +<p>The collie listened, with his wise head on one side; he grinned when she +described the polite gentleman with sandy whiskers.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/44.jpg"><img src="./images/44-tb.jpg" alt="Kep Goes Looking" title="Kep Goes Looking" /></a></p> + + +<p>He asked several questions about the wood, and about the exact position of +the house and shed.</p> + +<p>Then he went out, and trotted down the village. He went to look for two +fox-hound puppies who were out at walk with the butcher.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/47.jpg"><img src="./images/47-tb.jpg" alt="Jemima Brings Herbs" title="Jemima Brings Herbs" /></a></p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck went up the cart-road for the last time, on a sunny +afternoon. She was rather burdened with bunches of herbs and two onions in +a bag.</p> + +<p>She flew over the wood, and alighted opposite the house of the bushy +long-tailed gentleman.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/48.jpg"><img src="./images/48-tb.jpg" alt="Kep Watches" title="Kep Watches" /></a></p> + + +<p>He was sitting on a log; he sniffed the air, and kept glancing uneasily +round the wood. When Jemima alighted he quite jumped.</p> + +<p>"Come into the house as soon as you have looked at your eggs. Give me the +herbs for the omelette. Be sharp!"</p> + +<p>He was rather abrupt. Jemima Puddle-duck had never heard him speak like +that.</p> + +<p>She felt surprised, and uncomfortable.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/51.jpg"><img src="./images/51-tb.jpg" alt="Kep and Friends" title="Kep and Friends" /></a></p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Jemima became much alarmed.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/52.jpg"><img src="./images/52-tb.jpg" alt="Chasing" title="Chasing" /></a></p> + +<p>A moment afterwards there were most awful noises—barking, baying, growls +and howls, squealing and groans.</p> + +<p>And nothing more was ever seen of that foxy-whiskered gentleman.</p> + +<p>Presently Kep opened the door of the shed, and let out Jemima Puddle-duck.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/55.jpg"><img src="./images/55-tb.jpg" alt="Unlocked" title="Unlocked" /></a></p> + +<p>Unfortunately the puppies rushed in and gobbled up all the eggs before he +could stop them.</p> + +<p>He had a bite on his ear and both the puppies were limping.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/57.jpg"><img src="./images/57-tb.jpg" alt="In Tears" title="In Tears" /></a></p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck was escorted home in tears on account of those eggs.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a href="./images/58.jpg"><img src="./images/58-tb.jpg" alt="Ducklings" title="Ducklings" /></a></p> + +<p>She laid some more in June, and she was permitted to keep them herself: +but only four of them hatched.</p> + +<p>Jemima Puddle-duck said that it was because of her nerves; but she had +always been a bad sitter.</p> + +<p> </p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14814 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |