Grandmother Gnit made me the mittens, and she's one of the Fuddles.
It's just a habit they have, to scatter themselves, and if they didn't do it they wouldn't be Fuddles.
You will find it something of a job to get all the Fuddles together, so I advise you to begin on the Lord High Chigglewitz, whose first name is Larry.
They now said goodbye to the queer Fuddles and got into their wagon to continue their journey.
If I could find the mouth," she said, "this Fuddle might be able to talk, and tell us what to do next.