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THE PIE AND THE PATTY-PAN
She sat down again, and stared mournfully at the grate. The fire crackled and danced, and something sizz-z-zled! "
Duchess started! She opened the door of the top oven;—out came a rich steamy flavor of veal and ham, and there stood a fine brown pie,—and through a hole in the top of the pie-crust there was a glimpse of a little tin patty-pan!
Duchess drew a long breath—
"Then I must have been eating Mouse! . . . . No wonder I feel ill. . . . But perhaps I should feel worse if I had really swallowed a patty-pan!" Duchess reflected—"What a very awkward thing to have to explain to Ribby! I think I will put my pie in the
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