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hens laying well?"
"Not very," said Katy. "So we can't spare the ones that are stolen!
Oh, Mr. Pink-Whistle, fancy really seeing you! I never, never thought you really would come!"
"I can't always come when people are in trouble," said Pink-Whistle.
"But I happened to have nothing much to do to-day. Now— isn't it time you were off to school?"
"Yes, it is," said Katy. "I shan't tell anyone at school about you, Mr. Pink-Whistle, or they'll all be out here to see you—and you'd never be able to find out who the thief is. But I don't know HOW I'm going to keep such a wonderful secret!"
She ran off to school and left Mr. Pink-Whistle in the hen-run. He turned to the hens and the big, beautiful cock. "Cluck-luck-luck!" he said, speaking the language of the chickens. "It's my belief you know the thief.
Cock-a-doodle-doo, tell me who—who—who!"
The chickens all talked back at once, clucking and cackling loudly.
Mr. Pink-Whistle nodded. "Thank you, I'll give him such a fright!"
The little man went into the hen-house and shut the door. He made himself quite invisible, sat down in the corner and waited. Nobody was about at all. Katy's mother was still out at work and Katy was at school.
The hens clucked and cackled together in the run outside. Then suddenly the cock crowed loudly, and Mr. Pink-Whistle listened.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo, a visitor for you!" Then the door of the hen-house opened and someone crept in. It was quite a shock to Mr. Pink-Whistle to see the thief so well-dressed—he had expected someone down-at-heel and ragged.
"So this is Mr. James Pinch, the thief," thought Pink-Whistle, watching the smart-looking young man as he went to the nesting-boxes one after another and took the eggs there. He slipped them into his big pockets, and then crept out again. Pink-Whistle followed silently.
Mr. Pinch went to a big house and in at the kitchen entrance. Pink-Whistle followed. The man came to a woman in a big white apron, who was bending over a great stove.
"Here you are, Cookie," said the young man, and he handed her out the two dozen eggs or so that he had in his pockets.
"That's ten shillings, please. All new-laid! I bought them in the market."
Dear, dear—what a story-teller! Pink-Whistle shook his head and made up his mind that this young man wanted a shock. And Pink-Whistle would give him one—oh, yes, a very peculiar shock that would teach him a lesson, too!
Mr. James Pinch went off to his room to change into his uniform. He was a footman and waited at the table of Lord and Lady High-Up. Pink-Whistle went with him, and sat on his bed, quite invisible, while he changed his clothes.
"Cluck-luck-luck!" said Pink-Whistle, sounding exactly like a hen. '' Cackle-cackle-squawk! ''
The young man was extremely startled. He jumped and looked round.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle," said Pink-Whistle, exactly as if he laid an egg and was proud of it.
Mr. Pinch felt really most alarmed. He looked under the bed for any hidden hen. He looked behind the chest.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOQOOO!" said Pink-Whistle, just behind him. The young man almost jumped out of his skin.
"What is it? Where's that hen—and now a cock!" he said, angrily, feeling very scared. "There's nothing here—not even a feather."
"CLUCK!" said Pink-Whistle in his ear, and the young man rushed out of his room in a fright. He tore down the stairs and into the kitchen. The cook was there, and the maids, and the butler, all talking together.
"What's up, Jamie?" said the cook, as the young man rushed in, panting. Before he could answer, Pink-Whistle began clucking again.
"Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-CLUCK! Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-CLUCK!"
"A hen! A hen in my kitchen!" said the cook, and took up a broom to chase it out. "Where did it come from? We have no hens here!"
But she couldn't find it, of course. Pink-Whistle sat on a chair and chuckled to himself. Then he began again.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle—CACK! Cack-cack-eack-CACKLE!"
"There now—it must
"Not very," said Katy. "So we can't spare the ones that are stolen!
Oh, Mr. Pink-Whistle, fancy really seeing you! I never, never thought you really would come!"
"I can't always come when people are in trouble," said Pink-Whistle.
"But I happened to have nothing much to do to-day. Now— isn't it time you were off to school?"
"Yes, it is," said Katy. "I shan't tell anyone at school about you, Mr. Pink-Whistle, or they'll all be out here to see you—and you'd never be able to find out who the thief is. But I don't know HOW I'm going to keep such a wonderful secret!"
She ran off to school and left Mr. Pink-Whistle in the hen-run. He turned to the hens and the big, beautiful cock. "Cluck-luck-luck!" he said, speaking the language of the chickens. "It's my belief you know the thief.
Cock-a-doodle-doo, tell me who—who—who!"
The chickens all talked back at once, clucking and cackling loudly.
Mr. Pink-Whistle nodded. "Thank you, I'll give him such a fright!"
The little man went into the hen-house and shut the door. He made himself quite invisible, sat down in the corner and waited. Nobody was about at all. Katy's mother was still out at work and Katy was at school.
The hens clucked and cackled together in the run outside. Then suddenly the cock crowed loudly, and Mr. Pink-Whistle listened.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo, a visitor for you!" Then the door of the hen-house opened and someone crept in. It was quite a shock to Mr. Pink-Whistle to see the thief so well-dressed—he had expected someone down-at-heel and ragged.
"So this is Mr. James Pinch, the thief," thought Pink-Whistle, watching the smart-looking young man as he went to the nesting-boxes one after another and took the eggs there. He slipped them into his big pockets, and then crept out again. Pink-Whistle followed silently.
Mr. Pinch went to a big house and in at the kitchen entrance. Pink-Whistle followed. The man came to a woman in a big white apron, who was bending over a great stove.
"Here you are, Cookie," said the young man, and he handed her out the two dozen eggs or so that he had in his pockets.
"That's ten shillings, please. All new-laid! I bought them in the market."
Dear, dear—what a story-teller! Pink-Whistle shook his head and made up his mind that this young man wanted a shock. And Pink-Whistle would give him one—oh, yes, a very peculiar shock that would teach him a lesson, too!
Mr. James Pinch went off to his room to change into his uniform. He was a footman and waited at the table of Lord and Lady High-Up. Pink-Whistle went with him, and sat on his bed, quite invisible, while he changed his clothes.
"Cluck-luck-luck!" said Pink-Whistle, sounding exactly like a hen. '' Cackle-cackle-squawk! ''
The young man was extremely startled. He jumped and looked round.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle," said Pink-Whistle, exactly as if he laid an egg and was proud of it.
Mr. Pinch felt really most alarmed. He looked under the bed for any hidden hen. He looked behind the chest.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOQOOO!" said Pink-Whistle, just behind him. The young man almost jumped out of his skin.
"What is it? Where's that hen—and now a cock!" he said, angrily, feeling very scared. "There's nothing here—not even a feather."
"CLUCK!" said Pink-Whistle in his ear, and the young man rushed out of his room in a fright. He tore down the stairs and into the kitchen. The cook was there, and the maids, and the butler, all talking together.
"What's up, Jamie?" said the cook, as the young man rushed in, panting. Before he could answer, Pink-Whistle began clucking again.
"Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-CLUCK! Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-CLUCK!"
"A hen! A hen in my kitchen!" said the cook, and took up a broom to chase it out. "Where did it come from? We have no hens here!"
But she couldn't find it, of course. Pink-Whistle sat on a chair and chuckled to himself. Then he began again.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle—CACK! Cack-cack-eack-CACKLE!"
"There now—it must
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