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money-box into her hands.
"Katy! I stole your eggs—I've stolen them for a long time, even though I knew you and your mother were poor. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again. See, I have brought you all my money."
Katy was too astonished to say a word. She took the box, and Jamie at once ran off again. How glad he was not to hear any more clucking or cackling or crowing in his ear that night. What a fright he had had!
"Mr. Pink-Whistle!" said Katy, in a low voice. "I know it's all because of you! Mr. Pink-Whistle, are you here? I want to say thank you."
"Dear me, I forgot I was invisible," said Mr. Pink-Whistle, and immediately said the words that made him visible once more. Katy saw the dear little fellow standing there, beaming at her, and ran to him.
"Take half the money!" she said. "Oh, how clever you are! What did you do?"
"The money is all yours and your mother's," said Pink-Whistle.
JAMIE PUT THE MONEY-BOX INTO KATY'S HANDS.
He told Katy what a fright he had given to Jamie, and the little girl laughed till she cried. "Oh, I wish I could have heard you!" she said. "I do wish I could!"
"It was very funny," said Pink-Whistle. "I really enjoyed it. I'm glad you wrote to me, Katy dear—I do like to put wrong things right, as you know."
He kissed her good-bye and went, humming a little song, Cock-a-doodle-doo, I've lots of things to do.
When things go wrong I come along and see what I can do.
Yes, I see what I can do, Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
I really do like Mr. Pink-Whistle, don't you?
CHAPTER IX
WELL DONE, MR PINK-WHISTLE
ONE afternoon, when Mr. Pink-Whistle was enjoying a little nap in his garden, his cat Sooty came up to him.
"Please, Master, wake up," he said. "There's a little girl come to see you, and she says it's important."
Pink-Whistle woke up with a jump. "A little girl—important?" he said, blinking at Sooty. "Bring her here at once. Little girls are always important to me—and little boys, too!"
So Sooty brought a little girl of about nine years old to Pink-Whistle.
She gazed at him shyly. "I hope I haven't disturbed you, Mr. Pink-Whistle," she said. "But I managed to get your address from a little boy you once helped."
"And what have you come to see me for?" asked Mr. Pink-Whistle.
"Sooty, bring some lemonade and your new buns."
Sooty ran off and came back with a tray of home-made lemonade and chocolate buns. "What a lot of buns for only two people," said the little girl.
"But surely you can eat five or six new-made chocolate buns!" said Mr. Pink-Whistle. "Help yourself and tell me what you've come for."
"Well, it's about a boy called Peter," said the little girl, taking a bun.
"Peters are usually nice, but this one isn't. In fact, he's really horrid, and you see, nobody can do anything about him. So I thought perhaps you could."
"Well, you know, I don't like people to tell tales," said Pink-Whistle.
"Are you sure you ought to tell me about this Peter? And tell me your name, too, please, I'd like to know."
"I'm Geraldine," said the little girl. "Oh, aren't these buns nice! Did Sooty really make them? You know, Mr. Pink-Whistle, I've read all about you in a book; that's how I know that you go about the world trying to put wrong things right.
And I think that's a lovely thing to do."
Pink-Whistle liked this little girl. He was sure she hadn't come just to tell tales. He poured her out some more lemonade.
"I'll tell you about Peter," said Geraldine. "It isn't really telling tales.
The other children all asked me to come to you for help."
"Well, tell away," said Pink-Whistle, "and do have another bun.
Eating always helps talking if you've got something to say, and I can see you have."
"Oh, do you think that, too?" said Geraldine. "/ always think so.
Well—Peter is a big boy at our school, and he hasn't got a bicycle. Most of us have, but he hasn't."
"Go on," said Pink-Whistle.
"So he borrows ours," said Geraldine. "He never asks us if he can—he just takes
"Katy! I stole your eggs—I've stolen them for a long time, even though I knew you and your mother were poor. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again. See, I have brought you all my money."
Katy was too astonished to say a word. She took the box, and Jamie at once ran off again. How glad he was not to hear any more clucking or cackling or crowing in his ear that night. What a fright he had had!
"Mr. Pink-Whistle!" said Katy, in a low voice. "I know it's all because of you! Mr. Pink-Whistle, are you here? I want to say thank you."
"Dear me, I forgot I was invisible," said Mr. Pink-Whistle, and immediately said the words that made him visible once more. Katy saw the dear little fellow standing there, beaming at her, and ran to him.
"Take half the money!" she said. "Oh, how clever you are! What did you do?"
"The money is all yours and your mother's," said Pink-Whistle.
JAMIE PUT THE MONEY-BOX INTO KATY'S HANDS.
He told Katy what a fright he had given to Jamie, and the little girl laughed till she cried. "Oh, I wish I could have heard you!" she said. "I do wish I could!"
"It was very funny," said Pink-Whistle. "I really enjoyed it. I'm glad you wrote to me, Katy dear—I do like to put wrong things right, as you know."
He kissed her good-bye and went, humming a little song, Cock-a-doodle-doo, I've lots of things to do.
When things go wrong I come along and see what I can do.
Yes, I see what I can do, Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
I really do like Mr. Pink-Whistle, don't you?
CHAPTER IX
WELL DONE, MR PINK-WHISTLE
ONE afternoon, when Mr. Pink-Whistle was enjoying a little nap in his garden, his cat Sooty came up to him.
"Please, Master, wake up," he said. "There's a little girl come to see you, and she says it's important."
Pink-Whistle woke up with a jump. "A little girl—important?" he said, blinking at Sooty. "Bring her here at once. Little girls are always important to me—and little boys, too!"
So Sooty brought a little girl of about nine years old to Pink-Whistle.
She gazed at him shyly. "I hope I haven't disturbed you, Mr. Pink-Whistle," she said. "But I managed to get your address from a little boy you once helped."
"And what have you come to see me for?" asked Mr. Pink-Whistle.
"Sooty, bring some lemonade and your new buns."
Sooty ran off and came back with a tray of home-made lemonade and chocolate buns. "What a lot of buns for only two people," said the little girl.
"But surely you can eat five or six new-made chocolate buns!" said Mr. Pink-Whistle. "Help yourself and tell me what you've come for."
"Well, it's about a boy called Peter," said the little girl, taking a bun.
"Peters are usually nice, but this one isn't. In fact, he's really horrid, and you see, nobody can do anything about him. So I thought perhaps you could."
"Well, you know, I don't like people to tell tales," said Pink-Whistle.
"Are you sure you ought to tell me about this Peter? And tell me your name, too, please, I'd like to know."
"I'm Geraldine," said the little girl. "Oh, aren't these buns nice! Did Sooty really make them? You know, Mr. Pink-Whistle, I've read all about you in a book; that's how I know that you go about the world trying to put wrong things right.
And I think that's a lovely thing to do."
Pink-Whistle liked this little girl. He was sure she hadn't come just to tell tales. He poured her out some more lemonade.
"I'll tell you about Peter," said Geraldine. "It isn't really telling tales.
The other children all asked me to come to you for help."
"Well, tell away," said Pink-Whistle, "and do have another bun.
Eating always helps talking if you've got something to say, and I can see you have."
"Oh, do you think that, too?" said Geraldine. "/ always think so.
Well—Peter is a big boy at our school, and he hasn't got a bicycle. Most of us have, but he hasn't."
"Go on," said Pink-Whistle.
"So he borrows ours," said Geraldine. "He never asks us if he can—he just takes
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