"
"I told you not to interrupt," said the Lonesome Duck, sternly.
"If you get TOO disagreeable, you'll drive me away before I finish
this incantation."
Trot kept quiet, after the rebuke, and the Duck resumed the quacky
muttering. Cap'n Bill chuckled a little to himself and remarked to
Trot in a whisper: "For a bird that ain't got anything to do, this
Lonesome Duck is makin' consider'ble fuss. An' I ain't sure, after
all, as toadstools would be worth sittin' on."
Even as he spoke, the sailor-man felt something touch him from
behind and, turning his head, he found a big toadstool in just the
right place and of just the right size to sit upon. There was one
behind Trot, too, and with a cry of pleasure the little girl sank back
upon it and found it a very comfortable seat--solid, yet almost like a
cushion. Even Cap'n Bill's weight did not break his toadstool down,
and when both were seated, they found that the Lonesome Duck had
waddled away and was now at the water's edge.
"Thank you, ever so much!" cried Trot, and the sailor called out:
"Much obliged!"
But the Lonesome Duck paid no attention.
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