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Peter’s Goat
’What’sthat?’Peterasked.
’It’slikethis,’shesaid,andkissedhim.
’Ishouldlovetogiveyouathimble,’Petersaidgravely,sohegaveherone.Hegaveherquiteanumberofthimbles,andthenadelightfulideacameintohishead.’Maimie,’hesaid,’willyoumarryme?’
Now,strangetotell,thesameideahadcomeatexactlythesametimeintoMaimie’shead.’Ishouldliketo,’sheanswered,’butwillthereberoominyourboatfortwo?’
’Ifyousqueezeclose,’hesaideagerly.
’Perhapsthebirdswouldbeangry?’
Heassuredherthatthebirdswouldlovetohaveher,thoughIamnotsocertainofitmyself.Alsothattherewereveryfewbirdsinwinter.’Ofcoursetheymightwantyourclothes,’hehadtoadmitratherfalteringly.
Shewassomewhatindignantatthis.
’Theyarealwaysthinkingoftheirnests,’hesaidapologetically,’andtherearesomebitsofyou’—hestrokedthefuronherpelisse—’thatwouldexcitethemverymuch.’
’Theyshan’thavemyfur,’shesaidsharply.
’No,’hesaid,stillfondlingit,however,’no.OMaimie,’hesaidrapturously,’doyouknowwhyIloveyou?Itisbecauseyouarelikeabeautifulnest.’
Somehowthismadeheruneasy.’Ithinkyouarespeakingmorelikeabirdthanaboynow,’shesaid,holdingback,andindeedhewasevenlookingratherlikeabird.
