第22章 THE PIE AND THE PATTY-PAN(2)

"It is very strange," said Ribby, "I did not THINK I left that drawer pulled out; has somebody been trying on my mittens?"She came downstairs again, and made the tea, and put the teapot on the hob.She peeped again into the BOTTOM oven, the pie had become a lovely brown, and it was steaming hot.

She sat down before the fire to wait for the little dog."I am glad I used the BOTTOM oven," said Ribby, "the top one would certainly have been very much too hot.I wonder why that cupboard door was open? Can there really have been some one in the house?"Very punctually at four o'clock, Duchess started to go to the party.She ran so fast through the village that she was too early, and she had to wait a little while in the lane that leads down to Ribby's house.

"I wonder if Ribby has taken MY pie out of the oven yet?" said Duchess, "and whatever can have become of the other pie made of mouse?"At a quarter past four to the minute, there came a most genteel little tap-tappity."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?""Oh yes, please! my dear Ribby; and may I have a lump upon my nose?""With pleasure, my dear Duchess; how beautifully you beg! Oh, how sweetly pretty!"Duchess sat up with the sugar on her nose and sniffed--"How good that pie smells! I do love veal and ham--I mean to say mouse and bacon----"She dropped the sugar in confusion, and had to go hunting underthe tea-table, so did not see which oven Ribby opened in order to get out the pie.

Ribby set the pie upon the table; there was a very savoury smell.

Duchess came out from under the table-cloth munching sugar, and sat up on a chair.

"I will first cut the pie for you; I am going to have muffin and marmalade," said Ribby.

"Do you really prefer muffin? Mind the patty-pan!" " I beg your pardon?" said Ribby.

"May I pass you the marmalade?" said Duchess hurriedly.

The pie proved extremely toothsome, and the muffins light and hot.They disappeared rapidly, especially the pie!

"I think"--(thought the Duchess to herself)--"I THINK it would be wiser if I helped myself to pie; though Ribby did not seem to notice anything when she was cutting it.What very small fine pieces it has cooked into! I did not remember that I had minced it up so fine; I suppose this is a quicker oven than my own.""How fast Duchess is eating!" thought Ribby to herself, as she a buttered her fifth muffin.

The pie-dish was emptying rapidly! Duchess had had four helps already, and was fumbling with the spoon.

"A little more bacon, my dear Duchess?" said Ribby.

"Thank you, my dear Ribby; I was only feeling for the patty-pan." "The patty-pan? my dear Duchess?""The patty-pan that held up the pie-crust," said Duchess, blushing under her black coat.

"Oh, I didn't put one in, my dear Duchess," said Ribby; "I don't think that it is necessary in pies made of mouse."Duchess fumbled with the spoon --"I can't find it!" she said anxiously.

"There isn't a patty-pan," said Ribby, looking perplexed.

"Yes, indeed, my dear Ribby; where can it have gone to?" said Duchess.

"There most certainly is not one, my dear Duchess.I disapprove of tin articles in puddings and pies.It is most undesirable--(especially when people swallow in lumps!)" she added in a lower voice.

Duchess looked very much alarmed, and continued to scoop the inside of the pie-dish.

"My Great-aunt Squintina (grandmother of Cousin Tabitha Twitchit)-- died of a thimble in a Christmas plum-pudding._I_ never put any article of metal in MY puddings or pies."Duchess looked aghast, and tilted up the pie-dish.

"I have only four patty-pans, and they are all in the cupboard." Duchess set up a howl.

"I shall die! I shall die! I have swallowed a patty-pan! Oh, my dear Ribby, I do feel so ill!""It is impossible, my dear Duchess; there was not a patty-pan." Duchess moaned and whined and rocked herself about.

"Oh I feel so dreadful.I have swallowed a patty-pan!" "There was NOTHING in the pie," said Ribby severely.