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THE PIE AND THE PATTY-PAN
At a quarter past four to the minute, there came a most genteel little tap-tappitty.
"Is Mrs. Ribston at home?" inquired Duchess in the porch.
"Come in! and how do you do? my dear Duchess," cried Ribby. "I hope I see you well?"
"Quite well, I thank you, and how do you do, my dear Ribby?" said Duchess. "I've brought you some flowers; what a delicious smell of pie!"
"Oh, what lovely flowers! Yes, it is mouse and bacon!"
"Do not talk about food, my dear Ribby," said Duchess; "what a lovely white tea-cloth! . . . . Is it done to a turn? Is it still in the oven?"
"I think it wants another five minutes," said Ribby. "Just a shade longer; I will pour out the tea, while we wait. Do you take sugar, my dear Duchess?"
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