wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks
they haven't given me a chance to get a square meal, and--and--I
don't know what has become of Mr. Quack, and I'm all alone!" There
was a little sob in her voice and tears in her eyes.

"Tell us all about it," begged Peter. "Perhaps we can help you."




III

MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME


"It's a long story," said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her
eyes, "and I hardly know where to begin."

"Begin at the beginning," said Jerry Muskrat. "Your home is somewhere
way up in the Northland where Honker the Goose lives, isn't it?"

Mrs. Quack nodded. "I wish I were there this very minute," she
replied, the tears coming again. "But sometimes I doubt if ever
I'll get there again. You folks who don't have to leave your homes
every year don't know how well off you are or how much you have to
be thankful for."

"I never could understand what people want to leave their homes
for, anyway," declared Peter.