“Oh yes, yes! fetch Dr. Maggotty, my dear Ribby:  he is a Pie himself, he will certainly understand.”

Ribby settled Duchess in an armchair before the fire, and went out and hurried to the village to look for the doctor.

She found him at the smithy.

Ribby explained that her guest had swallowed a patty-pan.

Dr. Maggotty hopped so fast that Ribby had to run.  It was most conspicuous.  All the village could see that Ribby was fetching the doctor.

But while Ribby had been hunting for the doctor—­a curious thing had happened to Duchess, who had been left by herself, sitting before the fire, sighing and groaning and feeling very unhappy.

“How could I have swallowed it! such a large thing as a patty-pan!”

She sat down again, and stared mournfully at the grate.  The fire crackled and danced, and something sizz-z-zled!

Duchess started!  She opened the door of the top oven;—­out came a rich steamy flavour of veal and ham, and there stood a fine brown pie,—­ and through a hole in the top of the pie-crust there was a glimpse of a little tin patty-pan!

Duchess drew a long breath—­

“Then I must have been eating mouse! . . .  No wonder I feel ill. . . .  But perhaps I should feel worse if I had really swallowed a patty-pan!” Duchess reflected—­“What a very awkward thing to have to explain to Ribby!  I think I will put my pie in the back-yard and say nothing about it.  When I go home, I will run round and take it away.”  She put it outside the back-door, and sat down again by the fire, and shut her eyes; when Ribby arrived with the doctor, she seemed fast asleep.

“I am feeling very much better,” said Duchess, waking up with a jump.

“I am truly glad to hear it!  He has brought you a pill, my dear Duchess!”

“I think I should feel quite well if he only felt my pulse,” said Duchess, backing away from the magpie, who sidled up with something in his beak.

“It is only a bread pill, you had much better take it; drink a little milk, my dear Duchess!”

“I am feeling very much better, my dear Ribby,” said Duchess.  “Do you not think that I had better go home before it gets dark?”

“Perhaps it might be wise, my dear Duchess.”

Ribby and Duchess said good-bye affectionately, and Duchess started home.  Half-way up the lane she stopped and looked back; Ribby had gone in and shut her door.  Duchess slipped through the fence, and ran round to the back of Ribby’s house, and peeped into the yard.

Upon the roof of the pig-stye sat Dr. Maggotty and three jackdaws.  The jackdaws were eating piecrust, and the magpie was drinking gravy out of a patty-pan.

Duchess ran home feeling
uncommonly silly!

When Ribby came out for a pailful of water to wash up the tea-things, she found a pink and white pie-dish lying smashed in the middle of the yard.