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BUT Nutkin, who had no respect, began to dance up and down, tickling old Mr. Brown with a nettle and singing--
“Old Mr. B! Riddle-me-ree!
Hitty Pitty within the wall,
Hitty Pitty without the wall;
If you touch Hitty Pitty,
Hitty Pitty will bite you!”
Mr. Brown woke up suddenly and carried the mole into his house. |
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HE shut the door in Nutkin’s face. Presently a little thread of blue smoke from a wood fire came up from the top of the tree, and Nutkin peeped through the key-hole and sang--
“A house full, a hole full!
And you cannot gather a bowl-full!” |
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