THE STORM THE TEAPOT BREWED
cracked like Muggins over there, or stony broke like the Juggins next to him, or get smashed up altogether with age or lack of care, they take notice of us at last, and then there is a mighty fine fuss."
At this the Kettle, getting somewhat out of breath from his exertions, bubbled out in a high key—
" They're Wedgwood, Staffordshire, Japanese too, They're a breakable lot, we know ;
When any one cracks any,
Chelsea or Saxony, Dresden, or Worcester, or Bow,
They make as much shindy
As if a big windy Was shivered to bits by a blow."
The Teapot went on : " Those people are amusing, too; they think we ought to last for ever, when they can't do it themselves."
" A couple of chatterpots!" exclaimed the Nurse's Cup. " Dear me! What with your spouting, and his showing off once he begins to sing, you're enough to wear one out!"
" Deal' you, indeed! " returned the Teapot; " cheap you ! Why, you were given away with a pound of tea ! Shouldn't be surprised at all! " he continued, watching Nurse's Cup become speechless with indignation. " But, spouting aside, I could tell you a thing or two."