different pockets, on the little shingles and the little dishes on the
table in the summer-house.

There was corn for the White Wyandottes and Mr. Stuckup the Turkey,
and some, too, for the Foolish White Geese; and meal for the Pretty
Pink Pigeons; and lettuce leaves for the hippity-hop white Bunnies;
and milk from the little bottle for the Pussy; and puppy biscuit for
the three Dogs; and worms for the Little Fish, all placed very
politely in their little dishes.

It was a grand party. No wonder Mother said, "Good gracious!" and "Did
you ever!"; and no wonder Father whistled, and said, "By George!", and
the Toyman slapped his overalls, and said "Gee-willikens!"--and
perhaps a lot of other things besides.

But there was one serious trouble about this party. Marmaduke couldn't
keep sufficient order to make that important speech, which was to have
been the event of the celebration.

He stood up on the bench in the summer-house, put his hands in his new
pockets, made a fine bow, and began:

"Ladees and gen'lemen an' all others, Mr. Rooster and Mrs. Rooster an'
General Turkey"--but he could get no further.

The White Wyandottes were jumping all over the table, and the Pretty
Pink Pigeons, who were very tame, were trying to get in his pockets
for more of the feast; and Rover and Brownie and Wienerwurst were
jumping up and trying to lick his face; and his grand speech turned
out something like this: