rub-a-dub

Updated: May 18, 2025

I don't know what he could have died of. Perhaps, father, if you look at him you will be able to tell me." "Well, let me have a peep," said the man, his mustache twitching as he spoke. Diana once again unfolded her small handkerchief, in the center of which lay the much shriveled-up mouse. "The darling!" said the little girl tenderly. "I loved Rub-a-Dub so much; I love him still.

L. T. Meade - A Little Mother to the Others