FREDERICK WARNE

Penguin Books Ltd, Harmondsworth, Middlesex, England
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First published 1905
This impression 1985

Printed and bound in Great Britain by
William Clowes Limited, Beccles and London

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Once upon a time there was a Pussy-cat called Ribby, who invited a little dog called Duchess, to tea.

“Come in good time, my dear Duchess,” said Ribby’s letter, “and we will have something so very nice.  I am baking it in a pie-dish—­a pie-dish with a pink rim.  You never tasted anything so good!  And you shall eat it all! I will eat muffins, my dear Duchess!” wrote Ribby.

Duchess read the letter and wrote an answer:—­“I will come with much pleasure at a quarter past four.  But it is very strange. I was just going to invite you to come here, to supper, my dear Ribby, to eat something most delicious.

“I will come very punctually, my dear Ribby,” wrote Duchess; and then at the end she added—­“I hope it isn’t mouse?”

[Illustration:  The invitation]

And then she thought that did not look quite polite; so she scratched out “isn’t mouse” and changed it to “I hope it will be fine,” and she gave her letter to the postman.

But she thought a great deal about Ribby’s pie, and she read Ribby’s letter over and over again.

“I am dreadfully afraid it will be mouse!” said Duchess to herself—­“I really couldn’t, couldn’t eat mouse pie.  And I shall have to eat it, because it is a party.  And my pie was going to be veal and ham.  A pink and white pie-dish! and so is mine; just like Ribby’s dishes; they were both bought at Tabitha Twitchit’s.”

Duchess went into her larder and took the pie off a shelf and looked at it.

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“It is all ready to put into the oven.  Such lovely pie-crust; and I put in a little tin patty-pan to hold up the crust; and I made a hole in the middle with a fork to let out the steam—­Oh I do wish I could eat my own pie, instead of a pie made of mouse!”

Duchess considered and considered and read Ribby’s letter again—­

“A pink and white pie-dish—­and you shall eat it all.  ‘You’ means me—­then Ribby is not going to even taste the pie herself?  A pink and white pie-dish!  Ribby is sure to go out to buy the muffins....  Oh what a good idea!  Why shouldn’t I rush along and put my pie into Ribby’s oven when Ribby isn’t there?”

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Duchess was quite delighted with her own cleverness!