Dick, Marjorie and Fidge: A Search for the Wonderful Dodo

ll those last things were prizes; because, if so, there isn't a single o

d the old Sage, severely. "Isms and Ologies, and things o

ogies, if you please,

ogy, for instance, which is lovely spread on bread-and-butte

ice," said Marjorie, dub

my dear," said the little old man, decidedly. "You wou

hould," admitted

dge, who had been very silent during this conversation,

said the Sage,

, his eyes wide open with

d man

little boy. "The Three Bears, or Little R

k, rebukingly, "you mustn

aid the Sage, pleasantly. "I'll te

lapping his hands, and they all sat down a

night, and the hot sun wa

but haven't you made a mistake? It couldn't ha

frowned

his story, or am I

rdon," said Marjor

ficulty as it was, in dragging the heavy cannon up the steep side of the mountain, upon which he was standing;

he meadow, and their joyous laughter rang merrily down the old staircase, where the grandfather's clock stood, tick-tick-ticking, like the great volcano which yawned at

age p

it?" he inqui

ick. "You see, we can't quite

e Sage, "because, you know, I

't true?" as

dn't you? This is a real story; there i

ind of story," explained M

u like-a Fishes' tale, a Bird

," said Marjorie, afte

s a lot of birds' tales all tied up

ssiping

o thought that it would look grand fo

her crossly; "it's one of my own!

SSIPING

be, a Spoonbil

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were passed th

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gratifying

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the Concert

or a

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the Songsters

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had a really

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ell, good-by,

Spoonbill and

n thei

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ose is really

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ir she

real

I'd be seen

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be friends wi

other said, "

itic

gh de

n't sing well, th

a whole troop of gnomes appeared in the onion field. They were crying bitterly, and to the c

y had foolishly been making use of the authority which the Little Panjandrum's Ambassador had given to the childre

e crying

have anything to do with me," said

nto my own house, anyh

ows, "is to send the Ki-Wi to the Court of the Little Panjandrum for a fresh authority. It's no us

id Dick; "but who i

, "and is the only one here allowed to enter the C

ch him," he

i-Wi (who turned out to be a curious kind of bird), and th

id the Sage, holding ou

ge document and

ct for the gnomes," he exc

by name-just try it y

m, and said loudly, "We wis

e onions, which had looked before like huge trees, now only reached a little above thei

shaking himself as though h

to be ourselves once

reaking down several of the onion plant

d the little man, angrily. "Come and sit down and

wn again, and the Ki-Wi after fumbling about in his coat tai