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Then she offered him
thistle-down seed—"Tiddly,
widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff,
puff!" said Mr. Jackson. He
blew the thistle-down all
over the room.
"Thank you, thank you,
thank you, Mrs.
Tittlemouse! Now what I
really—really should like—
would be a little dish of
"I AM afraid I have not got any, Mr. Jackson," said Mrs. Tittlemouse.
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!" said the smiling Mr. Jackson, "I can smell it; that is why I came to call."
Mr. Jackson rose ponderously from the table, and began to look into the cupboards.
Mrs. Tittlemouse followed him with a dish-cloth, to wipe his large wet footmarks off the parlour floor.