Baby Peggy's own story book (1924)

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BABY PEGGY'S OWN STORY BOOK "Oh! oh! oh!" squeaked the Mouse, as he tried to run up the chimney. "Doodle doodle do!" screamed the Cock, as he jumped on the back of the biggest arm-chair. But the Fox only laughed, and without more ado he took the little Mouse by the tail, and popped him into the sack, and seized the Cock by the neck and popped him in too. Then the poor little Red Hen came running downstairs to see what all the noise was about, and the Fox caught her and put her into the sack with the others. Then he took a long piece of string out of his pocket, wound it round and round and round the mouth of the sack, and tied it very tight indeed. After that he threw the sack over his back, and off he set down the hill. "Oh! I wish I hadn't been so cross," said the Cock, as they went bumping about. "Oh! I wish I hadn't been so lazy," said the Mouse, wiping his eyes with the tip of his tail. "It's never too late to mend," said the little Red Hen. "And don't be too sad. See, here I have my little work-bag, and in it there is a pair of scissors, and a little thimble, and a needle and thread. Very soon you will see what I am going to do." Now the sun was very hot, and soon Mr. Fox began to feel his sack was heavy, and at last he thought he would lie down under a tree and go to sleep for a [23]