She peeped again into the BOTTOM oven, the pie had become a lovely brown, and it was steaming hot.
"I wonder if Ribby has taken MY pie out of the oven yet?" said Duchess, "and whatever can have become of the other pie made of mouse?"
"I've brought you some flowers; what a delicious smell of pie!"
the tea-table, so did not see which oven Ribby opened in order to get out the pie.
Ribby set the pie upon the table; there was a very savoury smell.
"I will first cut the pie for you; I am going to have muffin and marmalade," said Ribby.
The pie proved extremely toothsome, and the muffins light and hot.
"I think"--(thought the Duchess to herself)--"I THINK it would be wiser if I helped myself to pie; though Ribby did not seem to notice anything when she was cutting it.
"There was NOTHING in the pie," said Ribby severely.
Maggotty, my dear Ribby: he is a Pie himself, he will certainly understand."
"No; there is no patty-pan, and I put one in; and nobody has eaten pie except me, so I must have swallowed it!"
She opened the door of the TOP oven;--out came a rich steamy flavour of veal and ham, and there stood a fine brown pie,--and through a hole in the top of the pie-crust there was a glimpse of a little tin patty-pan!
I will put my pie in the back-yard and say nothing about it.
"Oh, I didn't put one in, my dear Duchess," said Ribby; "I don't think that it is necessary in pies made of mouse."
I disapprove of tin articles in puddings and pies. It is most undesirable--(especially when people swallow in lumps!)" she added in a lower voice.