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THE TWIDDLEY-HEN'S EGG
Dame Slap was surprised to have an egg from Sneaky. " Dear me! " she said. " He must be nicer than I thought. What a nice large egg, too! It must be an extra special one, laid by his hens. What a pity I have so many eggs to-day."
She put it in her larder. Presently old Mister Snooks came to the door and brought her a bunch of flowers from his garden. Dame Slap wondered what to give him in return. She remembered the egg that Sneaky had given her.
" I'll let old Snooks have it," she said. " It will make him a nice breakfast—and, really, I've so many eggs to-day I can well spare him that one."
So she gave the twiddley-egg to Mister Snooks and he thanked her and went off. On the way he called to see how the pixie Little-toes was, because she had been ill. The small brown mouse who came to the door said that Little-toes was much better.
Mister Snooks was sorry he had no flowers to send in to Little-toes. But he suddenly remembered the big brown egg that Dame Slap had given him. That would be just the thing for the pixie's breakfast. So he gave it to the mouse and went off home.
Little-toes thought it was very sweet of old Mister Snooks to send her an egg. " But, oh dear, what a pity, the doctor says I mustn't have eggs for a week," she said. " So what shall I do with it, brown mouse? "
" Why not send it to Mrs. Chinks," said the mouse. " She might be very glad of it. She is baking to-morrow, I know, and could use the egg in a cake."
" Oh, that's a good idea! " said Little-toes, pleased. " Take it in this afternoon when you go home, brown mouse."
So the brown mouse slipped in at Mrs. Chink's on her way home. " You can use it in your baking to-morrow," she said. Mrs. Chinks thanked her very much.
Now Mrs. Chinks was Sneaky's aunt. She wasn't very fond of Sneaky, for she thought him a mean and deceitful gnome. But she always remem­bered him at Christmas-time and Easter-time and on his birthday, too.
" To-morrow is Sneaky's birthday," she thought suddenly. " And, dear me, I haven't bought him a present. What shall I do? Oh—I know!
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