She clutched at him , missed him , but alas , alas ! he left his little tail behind him . Every feather in his blessed little tail , I do assure you ; and there sat Patty with the yellow plumes in her hand and dismay in her face . Poor Tweedle-dee retired to his cage much afflicted , and sung no more that day , but Patty hid the lost tail and never said a word about it . ` Aunt Pen is so near-sighted she wo n't mind , and maybe he will have another tail pretty soon , or she will think he is moulting . If she asks of course I shall tell her . ' Patty settled it in that way , forgetting that the slide was open and Aunt Pen in the kitchen . So she made a neat blue and buff patch , and put it away , meaning to puzzle aunty when the reading-time came . But Patty got the worst of it , as you will see by-and-bye . Another day she strolled into the store-room and saw a large tray of fresh buns standing there . Now , it was against the rule to eat between meals , and new hot bread or cake was especially forbidden . Patty remembered both these things , but could not resist temptation . One plump , brown bun , with a lovely plum right in the middle , was so fascinating it was impossible to let it alone ; so Patty whipped it into her pocket , ran to the garden , and hiding behind the big lilac-bush , ate it in a great hurry . It was just out of the oven , and so hot it burned her throat , and lay like a live coal in her little stomach after it was down , making her very uncomfortable for several hours . ` Why do you keep sighing ? ' asked Aunt Pen , as Patty sat down to her work . ' I do n't feel very well . ' ` You have eaten something that disagrees with you . Did you eat hot biscuits for breakfast ? ' ` No , ma'am , I never do , ' and Patty gave another little gasp , for the bun lay very heavily on both stomach and conscience just then . '
A drop or two of ammonia will set you right , ' and Aunt Pen XXXXX her some .
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