"Quack?" said Jemima Puddle-duck, with her head and her bonnet on one side-- "Quack?"
indeed!" said the gentleman with sandy whiskers, looking curiously at Jemima. He folded up the newspaper, and put it in his coat-tail pocket.
The gentleman opened the door, and showed Jemima in.
Jemima Puddle-duck was rather surprised to find such a vast quantity of feathers.
He was so polite, that he seemed almost sorry to let Jemima go home for the night.
JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCK came every afternoon; she laid nine eggs in the nest.
In Miss Jemima's eyes an autograph letter of her sister, Miss Pinkerton, was an object of as deep veneration as would have been a letter from a sovereign.
Being commanded by her elder sister to get "the Dictionary" from the cupboard, Miss Jemima had extracted two copies of the book from the receptacle in question.
"For whom is this, Miss Jemima?" said Miss Pinkerton, with awful coldness.
"For Becky Sharp," answered Jemima, trembling very much, and blushing over her withered face and neck, as she turned her back on her sister.
"MISS JEMIMA!" exclaimed Miss Pinkerton, in the largest capitals.
And so venturing not to say another word, poor Jemima trotted off, exceedingly flurried and nervous.