Children's Classics in Dramatic Form by Augusta Stevenson
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us a new brood this summer.
MADAM DUCK. What is that you are saying? TURKEY. It seems to all of us, madam, that there is no room here for a new brood. PLYMOUTH ROCK HEN. Friends, be just. Madam Duck has a perfect right to bring her ducklings here. Besides, the children are quite pretty. MADAM DUCK. They are beautiful! You shall all see that for yourselves. Come, children, into a row with you! [_The Ducklings form themselves into a row. The Ugly Duckling is last._] MADAM DUCK. Legs wide apart! Toes out! Now speak prettily to my old friends. DUCKLINGS (_all but the last_). Quack! Quack! MADAM DUCK. There now--are they not charming? GRAY GANDER (_looking down row_). Why, yes, they all seem graceful enough--here--wait a moment! Does that last one there belong to you? [_All the fowls look at the last Duckling._] MADAM DUCK. Oh yes! He is larger than the others and perhaps not so pretty, but-- |
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