didn't see why the Goose's worms wouldn't be just as good as the white
kind cook sent up with cheese on the top!

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CHAPTER IV


THE FALSE HARE


As they hurried away from the Goose's house, the children cast one
last look behind them. There at the window was the Lady Goose waving
in farewell the spoon she had stirred the hot worms with. Suddenly a
whirl of white feathers flew out of the chimney, the window and the
door, which the children in their haste had left open behind them, and
hid her completely from their sight. At the same instant two feeble
shrieks came from within the house.

"Squealer and Squawker both went into the heap that time, I guess,"
said Rudolf.

"I'm glad of it!" Ann cried. "_I'd_ never help either of the horrid
little things out again. Would you, sir?" she asked, turning politely
to the Hare.