‘But that didn’t make Winkle hurry.
‘Then Mother Periwinkle thought she would give him a shaking. But Winkle, in a flash, drew himself inside his shell where no one could reach him, not even his mother. So after tapping on his shell with her horns to let him know how naughty he was, Mother Periwinkle and Peri moved along and left Master Winkle sitting alone on the sand.
‘For a long, long time he sat there, just thinking of all he had done. He was pleased that he had found so many naughty things to do. But presently he began to feel hungry.
‘“I wonder what Grandmother will have for dinner,” thought he. “Perhaps I had better go now. Peri will eat everything I like.”
‘Before he had time to start Winkle heard a Voice behind him, a big, deep Voice that said,
‘“Move on, move on there. Move along at once.”
‘This made Winkle angry. He was a tempery little snail, you see. Who could it be, talking to him in this rude fashion?
‘He moved round, shell and all, of course, to see who it was, but the big Voice moved round, too, and kept behind Winkle no matter how fast he turned.
‘Round and round went Winkle and round and round went the Voice, still calling out,
‘“Move on, move on there, move on.”