Baby Peggy's own story book (1924)

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BABY PEGGY'S OWN STORY BOOK "Quack, quack!" said the Duck; so they all hurried up as fast as they could, and looked about on all sides under the green leaves. Their mother let them look as much as they liked, because green is good for the eyes. "How large the world is!" said all the little ones; for, of course, they had much more room now than in the egg. "Do you think this is the whole world?" said the mother. "Why, that stretches far beyond the other side of the garden, right into the parson's field, but I have never been there yet. I suppose you are all here?" she continued, getting up. "No, you are not; the largest egg is still lying here. How long will this last? I'm getting tired of it!" And so saying she sat down again. "Well, how are you getting on?" said an old Duck, who had come to pay her a visit. "This egg takes such a long time," answered the mother; "it will not break. But just look at the others! Are they not the daintiest ducklings that ever were seen? They all look like their father, the rascal — he doesn't come to pay me a visit." "Let me see the egg that will not break," said the old Duck. "Depend upon it, it is a Turkey's egg. I was once deceived in the same way myself, and had a lot of trouble and bother with the young ones, for they are afraid of the water. I couldn't get them into it; I quacked at them and I hacked at them, but [76]