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"No, Nurse Jane," answered the little girl, with a smile. "Are you Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?" Nurse Jane wanted to know. "I am not Mistress Mary," answered the little girl. "Then who are you?" Nurse Jane asked. "I am little Miss Muffet, if you please, and I have come to sit on a tuffet, and eat some curds and whey.
Perhaps the shyest persons in the room were an old German shoemaker and his wife, whom Miss Muffet had for a long time loved and admired, though they had not known it. Indeed, they didn't know that any one was ever admired unless he had found a pot of gold or done something equally praiseworthy.
"Elves are not so square, are they?" asked Miss Muffet. "No," said the shoemaker's wife; "but their clothes are. That's the only pattern I have." "I suppose they are coming to the party? I sent a general invitation to Elf-land. There is to be elfin music and a frolic for them. I thought they might like it better to have their own games.
"There is Hal," said Miss Muffet; "I know him by the miserable piece of string hanging out of his pocket. Hal cut his string. It was a sin and he suffers for it. His cousin Ben untied his and has it always ready for emergencies. All his emergencies are of that kind; they need a piece of whipcord to bring them out right.
Miss Muffet heard a rippling, liquid sound which she at first mistook for laughter, but the Baron assured her that it was only the frozen truth beginning to thaw. This reminded him of a little incident which was wonderful to hear. Everybody was astonished except the Three Wise Men of Gotham.
They sat down with their heads very close together, and such a number of letters you never saw as Miss Muffet and the spider wrote. Some of them were very informal, like those beginning "Dear Little Bo-Peep" and "Dear Red Riding-Hood." They said, "Won't you come to a party at my house? We're going to have games." Others were very formal like that addressed to
Then followed a good deal of gossip about their family life and the way they got their living. Miss Muffet was glad to hear that they were all so kind to their children, but the way they got their living troubled her. She remembered what the spider said, that "business is business," but that didn't make it seem any more kind.
When they meet with people, like those horrid Wise Men of Gotham, who prefer their own shipwrecks, they go into a decline." His eyes filled with tears, and Miss Muffet was sure that he was one of the most sympathetic men in the world. "Now I had a great advantage," he went on; "I never had a shipwreck of my own, so that I could not be reminded of something that would make me interrupt.
Out of compliment to Miss Muffet's party, admission to the Fables would be free, though ten cents would be charged to those who remained to the Morals, which, I am sorry to say, very few did. Some of the Fables were unusually terrifying, such as the Lions and the hungry Wolves, and Miss Muffet was glad to see what strong bars there were to their cages.
"It's the Law of the Jungle," said Mowgli; and then he recited the law word for word just as he had learned it. "Can't they change it?" asked Miss Muffet. "The Jungle people can't. It's too strong for them." From this the conversation drifted to hunting for sport. The pleasant gentleman who knew so many animals personally didn't like it.
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