The Tale of The Pie and The Patty-Pan
Once upon a time there was a Pussy-cat called Ribby, who invited a little dog called Duchess, to
"Come in good time, my dear Duchess," said Ribby's letter, "and we will have something so
very nice. I am baking it in a pie-dish—a pie-dish with a pink rim. You never tasted anything so
good! And you shall eat it all! I will eat muffins, my dear Duchess!" wrote Ribby.
Duchess read the letter and wrote an answer:—"I will come with much pleasure at a quarter past
four. But it is very strange. I was just going to invite you to come here, to supper, my dear
Ribby, to eat something most delicious.
"I will come very punctually, my dear Ribby," wrote Duchess; and then at the end she added—
"I hope it isn't mouse?"
And then she thought that did not look quite polite; so she scratched out "isn't mouse" and
changed it to "I hope it will be fine," and she gave her letter to the postman.
But she thought a great deal about Ribby's pie, and she read Ribby's letter over and over again.
"I am dreadfully afraid it will be mouse!" said Duchess to herself—"I really
couldn't, couldn't eat mouse pie. And I shall have to eat it, because it is a party. And my pie was
going to be veal and ham. A pink and white pie-dish! and so is mine; just like Ribby's dishes;
they were both bought at Tabitha Twitchit's."
Duchess went into her larder and took the pie off a shelf and looked at it.