pillow, my dear Duchess; where do
you think you feel it?"

"Oh I do feel so ill ALL OVER me,
my dear Ribby; I have swallowed
a large tin patty-pan with a sharp
scalloped edge!"

"Shall I run for the doctor? I
will just lock up the spoons!"

"Oh yes, yes! fetch Dr. Maggotty,
my dear Ribby: he is a Pie
himself, he will certainly understand."

Ribby settled Duchess in an
armchair before the fire, and went
out and hurried to the village to
look for the doctor.

She found him at the smithy.

He was occupied in putting rusty
nails into a bottle of ink, which he
had obtained at the post office.

"Gammon? ha! HA!" said he,
with his head on one side.

Ribby explained that her guest