Baby Peggy's own story book (1924)

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BABY PEGGY'S OWN STORY BOOK both got out of bed on the wrong side that morning. The Cock said the day was too hot, and the Mouse grumbled because it was too cold. They came grumbling down to the kitchen, where the good little Red Hen, looking as bright as a sunbeam, was bustling about. "Who'll get some sticks to light the fire with?" she asked. "7 shan't," said the Cock. "7 shan't," said the Mouse. "Then I'll do it myself," said the little Red Hen. So off she ran to get the sticks. "And now, who'll fill the kettle from the spring?" she asked. "7 shan't," said the Cock. "7 shan't," said the Mouse. "Then I'll do it myself," said the little Red Hen. And off she ran to fill the kettle. "And who'll get the breakfast ready?" she asked, as she put the kettle on to boil. "I shan't," said the Cock. "7 shan't," said the Mouse. "Then I'll do it myself," said the little Red Hen. All breakfast time the Cock and the Mouse quarreled and grumbled. The Cock upset the milk jug, and the Mouse scattered crumbs upon the floor. "Who'll clear away the breakfast?" asked the poor little Red Hen, hoping they would soon leave off being cross. [21]