The Bodleys telling stories . noseInto tilt l)o\vl of niusli. Tis vt-ry good, he phiinly said,As Lazy Bunch turned pale, Tis thus I would be daily fed,I think it helps my tail. isow let us fill the howl againFrom out the iron pot,I think I like my pudding, whenIt still is piping hot. Then down got piggy fiom his walked across the floor, And Lazy Bunch, with troubled air,Bore off the dish for more. He took the iron cover off,And went to get the spoon. When all at once he heard a cough,And then he heard a groan. It was the Pig, the greedy Pig, His tail was in the air,The iron pot was v
The Bodleys telling stories . noseInto tilt l)o\vl of niusli. Tis vt-ry good, he phiinly said,As Lazy Bunch turned pale, Tis thus I would be daily fed,I think it helps my tail. isow let us fill the howl againFrom out the iron pot,I think I like my pudding, whenIt still is piping hot. Then down got piggy fiom his walked across the floor, And Lazy Bunch, with troubled air,Bore off the dish for more. He took the iron cover off,And went to get the spoon. When all at once he heard a cough,And then he heard a groan. It was the Pig, the greedy Pig, His tail was in the air,The iron pot was very big. His eager nose was there. He splashed, and strove with might and waved his curling tail ; But all his etlorts were in strength began to fail. In vain did Lazy Bunch seize fastThe languid tail and pull, For when he gave it up at last,The pot was just as full. A WINTER NIGHTS TALE. And so poor Bunch the covei* took,And clapped it on the pot, And let poor piggy slowly that was j^igcrys lot. 27. Anil Bunch himself sat down and thought Of his departed friend ;How too much greed had plainly brought Him to his mournful end. And so it came that Lazy Bunch Who once thought only howHe might enjoy a perfect lunch. Became industrious now. Ten children grew about his knee, Ten hungry little , twas a pleasant sight to see Him fill their breakfast bowls. For in his house there always stoodTen bags of Indian meal ; Ten jugs of maple syrup good,Tight corked with orange peel. 28 Tin: \[)laud — that wouldnot have l)een proper. Cousin Ned eould not well make muchnoise, or he would wake Nathan; and Lucy did not stir, lor slie\vas last asleep. * Well, said Phippy. •? 1 might just as well have stoppe(l in themiddle. 1 suppose, and here 1 ve been gesturing away till my handsare almost frozen Is it cold in Behring Strait? •Not v-v-erv,
Size: 1910px × 1308px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bo, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookidbodleystellingst00scud
