'em. Some made their apple sauce one way 

 and some made it another. She herself used 

 only the best apples. If you couldn't get 

 them it was safest to go without. But this 

 little bit of a duckling was more like a Chris- 

 tian than anything she'd ever set eyes on, fol- 

 lered you about and talked to you. She 

 wouldn't wonder if you found it writing in 

 copybooks next, but for herself she'd never 

 held with all this eddication, no, and never 

 would. All she hoped was there wouldn't be 

 a judgment for taking a dumb thing out o' 

 nature like that." The Vicar, on the other 

 hand, was jocose in a manner befitting a classi- 

 cal scholar. We met him in the lane when we 

 were giving our little companion a stroll, and 

 asked him if he thought it would turn into a 

 drake and have a curled feather in its tail. 

 The Vicar would have none of it. "No, no," 

 he said, "that's impossible. Dux femina 

 facti, you know, ha, ha!" We thanked him 

 and retired. 



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