THE WATER BABIES
And there they fell in with a whole flock of molly-mocks, who were feeding on a dead whale.
"These are the fellows to show you the way," said Mother Carey's chickens; "we cannot help you farther north. We don't like to get among the ice-pack, for fear it should nip our toes: but the mollys dare fly anywhere."
So the petrels called to the mollys: but they were so
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busy and greedy, gobbling and pecking and spluttering and fighting over the blubber, that they did not take the least notice.
"Come, come," said the petrels, "you lazy, greedy lubbers; this young gentleman is going to Mother Carey, and if you don't attend on him, you won't earn your discharge from her, you know."
"Greedy we are," says a great fat old molly, "but lazy we ain't; and, as for lubbers, we're no more lubbers than you. Let's have a look at the lad."
And he flapped right into Tom's face, and stared at him in the most impudent way (for the mollys are audacious fellows, as all whalers know), and then asked him where he hailed from, and what land he sighted last.
And, when Tom told him, he seemed pleased, and said he was a good plucked one to have got so far.
"Come along, lads," he said to the rest, "and give this little chap a cast over the pack, for Mother Carey's
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