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"The same way you came in," said Mr. Thimblefinger. "I tol' you! I tol' you!" exclaimed Drusilla, swinging her right arm up and down vigorously. "Ef you kin fly you kin git out, an' you look much like flyin'. Dat what you git by not mindin' me an' yo' ma!" "Tut! tut!" exclaimed Mr. Thimblefinger. "I'll 'sicc' the Katydids on you if you don't stop scaring the little girl.
You can't take a handful of facts and make a story of them unless you know how to fling them together. The best I can do is to tell it just as it happened as near as I can remember. "When I was a little bit of a fellow now don't laugh!" cried Mr. Thimblefinger, seeing Mr. Rabbit wink at Mrs. Meadows, "I mean when I was in my teens.
Just common every-day people like myself. We put on no airs. Did you ever hear of Mrs. Meadows? And Mr. Rabbit? And Mrs. Rabbit?" "Dem what wuz in de tale?" asked Drusilla. "Yes," said Mr. Thimblefinger, "the very same persons." "Sho' 'nuff!" exclaimed Drusilla. "Why, we been hear talk er dem sence 'fo' we wuz knee-high." Sweetest Susan and Buster John said they had often heard of Mr.
There were a thousand questions they might have asked, but they had been told never to ask questions in company. Mr. Thimblefinger, who had a keen eye for such things, noticed that they were beginning to get glum and dissatisfied, and so he said with a laugh: "I've often heard in my travels of children who talked too much, but these don't talk at all." "Oh, they'll soon get over that," Mrs.
"Well, it look so dark all dis time dat I done got hungry fer supper," remarked Drusilla. "I hope it won't rain," said Sweetest Susan, "for then the spring would fill up so we couldn't get out, and we should get wet down here." "Oh, no," replied Mr. Thimblefinger, "the water is never wet down here. It is a little damp, that's all." "Well, that's enough, I'm sure," remarked Mr. Rabbit.
Thimblefinger, "I noticed Jimmy Jay-Bird bringing sand and mortar every Friday, and it occurred to me that he was preparing to lay the foundations of a witch's house in this country.
There the little girl saw the handsome son of her nurse, and they were both very much pleased with each other. In the little time she stayed, the boy showed her a hundred new games, and told her a great many stories she had never heard before." "How old was the little girl?" Mr. Thimblefinger inquired. "Between seven and eight," replied Mrs. Meadows "Just old enough to be cute.
Thimblefinger seemed to be very happy. He ran along before the children as nimbly as a killdee, talking and laughing all the time. Presently Drusilla, who brought up the rear, suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked around. Then she uttered an exclamation of fright. Sweetest Susan and Buster John paused to see what was the matter. "Wharbouts did we come in at?" she asked.
Thimblefinger. "My mother was watching it, and she followed to see where it would go. It went down to the bank of the river. There it found the old man who had given my mother the string of beads, and asked him for something to eat. "'Comb my hair for me, said the old man. "But it refused, and then the old man told it to go to the pumpkin-tree and ask for twenty pumpkins.
"This talk finally reached the ears of the Mayor of the town, and he sent for Tip-Top to appear before him." "What is a Mayor?" asked Sweetest Susan suddenly. "He de head patter-roller," said Drusilla, before anybody else could reply. "That's about right," Mr. Thimblefinger declared. "Well, the Mayor sent for Tip-Top.
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