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have laid an egg!" cried one of the maids.
"But where is it? Is it in the larder?"
The larder door was opened and Pink-Whistle slipped inside, bending down under the shelf, still quite invisible.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" he crowed loudly.
"Well, if there isn't a cock about now, too," said the butler. "I never heard of such a thing! Where are the creatures!"
"Look here—we'd best not waste any more time in looking," said the cook. "My dinner will be late, and then My Lady High-Up will have plenty to say!"
Pink-Whistle took a rest. He waited till the footman went into the dining-room at dinner-time, to wait on Lord and Lady High-Up. Then he went, too, still invisible. He stood just behind Jamie Pinch.
"CLUCK!" he said, right in Jamie's ear, "Cackle-CACKLE!
Sqqqquawk!"
Jamie jumped and dropped the dish he was holding. CRASH! The butler frowned, and so did My Lady. Jamie hurriedly picked up the bits and ran from the room. Pink-Whistle ran behind him. "Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" he crowed in delight. Poor Jamie nearly fell over in fright. He looked round for the cock but there wasn't one there. He took another dish from the cook and hurried back. Pink-Whistle hurried after him.
"Cluck-cluck-cluck!" said Pink-Whistle, just behind Jamie, as he came into the room. The butler swung round angrily. "Jamie! What are you thinking of? Stop doing that!"
"But—but—but," said Jamie, just exactly at the same moment as Pink-Whistle said, "Cluck-cluck-cluck!" So it sounded as if Jamie were clucking!
"Get out of this room," said Lord High-Up. "Any more of this nonsense and you'll lose your job."
" THERE'S THAT CACKLING NOISE AGAIN," SAID THE COOK.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" crowed Pink-Whistle at the top of his voice, and Jamie rushed out of the room. Pink-Whistle went, too, following him very closely.
"Here comes Jamie again!" said the cook. "What's up with him? And bless us all—there's that cackling noise again! Where's it corning from?
Jamie, do you know anything about it?"
"No, I don't!" said Jamie, looking very scared at the loud, cackling noise just near him. "Everywhere I go I hear it."
"It must be something to do with you, then," said the cook. "We didn't hear it when you were in the dining-room. Sometimes it's a hen, sometimes it's a cock!"
Pink-Whistle obligingly became both. "Cluck-cluck, cock-a-doodle, cackle-cackle, doo!" he said, clucking and crowing loudly. Jamie gave a scream and ran into the scullery.
"Cock-a-cluck-a-cackle-doodle-doo!" he heard just behind him, and sat down with his head in his hands. What a dreadful evening—but it hadn't ended yet. Pink-Whistle clucked and clacked, cackled and crowed—and once he forgot himself and did some very life-like quacks as well! Jamie thought he must be going mad. He went up to his bedroom and lay down.
Some feathers were coming out of a hole in his pillow. Pink-Whistle smiled to himself and pulled out a handful. Then he sat down on the floor and pretended to be a hen and a cock fighting. He scrabbled on the floor—and then suddenly flung the feathers up into the air.
Jamie watched in alarm. Now these awful creatures were fighting—tearing feathers out of each other. He groaned and shut his eyes. "I'll never go near a hen again!" he said.
Pink-Whistle spoke in his own voice then—a very solemn, deep and stern voice. "Who steals eggs? WHO steals eggs?" And then he gave the answer, crowing like a cock. "Cock-a-doodle-doo! It's you, you, YOU!"
"Oh, who is it?" said Jamie in alarm. "Tell me, tell me! I'm sorry, very sorry, and I'll never do it again. I'll give Katy all my savings to make up for what I've done,"
"Do, do, DO!" said Pink-Whistle, pleased. "Do, DO!"
Jamie got up and took a money-box from a cupboard. He slipped out of his room and down the backstairs. He ran all the way to Katy's, with Pink-Whistle close beside him.
Katy was just shutting up the hens, looking sad because eggs had been stolen again that afternoon, Jamie rushed up to her and put the
"But where is it? Is it in the larder?"
The larder door was opened and Pink-Whistle slipped inside, bending down under the shelf, still quite invisible.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" he crowed loudly.
"Well, if there isn't a cock about now, too," said the butler. "I never heard of such a thing! Where are the creatures!"
"Look here—we'd best not waste any more time in looking," said the cook. "My dinner will be late, and then My Lady High-Up will have plenty to say!"
Pink-Whistle took a rest. He waited till the footman went into the dining-room at dinner-time, to wait on Lord and Lady High-Up. Then he went, too, still invisible. He stood just behind Jamie Pinch.
"CLUCK!" he said, right in Jamie's ear, "Cackle-CACKLE!
Sqqqquawk!"
Jamie jumped and dropped the dish he was holding. CRASH! The butler frowned, and so did My Lady. Jamie hurriedly picked up the bits and ran from the room. Pink-Whistle ran behind him. "Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" he crowed in delight. Poor Jamie nearly fell over in fright. He looked round for the cock but there wasn't one there. He took another dish from the cook and hurried back. Pink-Whistle hurried after him.
"Cluck-cluck-cluck!" said Pink-Whistle, just behind Jamie, as he came into the room. The butler swung round angrily. "Jamie! What are you thinking of? Stop doing that!"
"But—but—but," said Jamie, just exactly at the same moment as Pink-Whistle said, "Cluck-cluck-cluck!" So it sounded as if Jamie were clucking!
"Get out of this room," said Lord High-Up. "Any more of this nonsense and you'll lose your job."
" THERE'S THAT CACKLING NOISE AGAIN," SAID THE COOK.
"Cock-a-doodle-DOO!" crowed Pink-Whistle at the top of his voice, and Jamie rushed out of the room. Pink-Whistle went, too, following him very closely.
"Here comes Jamie again!" said the cook. "What's up with him? And bless us all—there's that cackling noise again! Where's it corning from?
Jamie, do you know anything about it?"
"No, I don't!" said Jamie, looking very scared at the loud, cackling noise just near him. "Everywhere I go I hear it."
"It must be something to do with you, then," said the cook. "We didn't hear it when you were in the dining-room. Sometimes it's a hen, sometimes it's a cock!"
Pink-Whistle obligingly became both. "Cluck-cluck, cock-a-doodle, cackle-cackle, doo!" he said, clucking and crowing loudly. Jamie gave a scream and ran into the scullery.
"Cock-a-cluck-a-cackle-doodle-doo!" he heard just behind him, and sat down with his head in his hands. What a dreadful evening—but it hadn't ended yet. Pink-Whistle clucked and clacked, cackled and crowed—and once he forgot himself and did some very life-like quacks as well! Jamie thought he must be going mad. He went up to his bedroom and lay down.
Some feathers were coming out of a hole in his pillow. Pink-Whistle smiled to himself and pulled out a handful. Then he sat down on the floor and pretended to be a hen and a cock fighting. He scrabbled on the floor—and then suddenly flung the feathers up into the air.
Jamie watched in alarm. Now these awful creatures were fighting—tearing feathers out of each other. He groaned and shut his eyes. "I'll never go near a hen again!" he said.
Pink-Whistle spoke in his own voice then—a very solemn, deep and stern voice. "Who steals eggs? WHO steals eggs?" And then he gave the answer, crowing like a cock. "Cock-a-doodle-doo! It's you, you, YOU!"
"Oh, who is it?" said Jamie in alarm. "Tell me, tell me! I'm sorry, very sorry, and I'll never do it again. I'll give Katy all my savings to make up for what I've done,"
"Do, do, DO!" said Pink-Whistle, pleased. "Do, DO!"
Jamie got up and took a money-box from a cupboard. He slipped out of his room and down the backstairs. He ran all the way to Katy's, with Pink-Whistle close beside him.
Katy was just shutting up the hens, looking sad because eggs had been stolen again that afternoon, Jamie rushed up to her and put the
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