‘Winkle was so angry that he made up his mind he would be saucy and stick out his horns, when suddenly the Voice said something that made him change his mind.
‘“Periwinkle Pie!” said the Voice. “Periwinkle Pie! Made of naughty little Periwinkle boys. How I like Periwinkle Pie!”
‘For a moment Winkle Sat quite still.
‘“Periwinkle Pie?” said he to himself. “We never have Periwinkle Pie at home. I have heard of Clam Pie and Lobster Pie and Fish Pie, but never Periwinkle Pie.”
‘And then came the deep Voice again, “Periwinkle Pie! Made of naughty little Periwinkle boys! Periwinkle Pie for dinner!”
‘Winkle didn’t wait to hear any more. He started off down the beach toward Grandmother Periwinkle’s as fast as ever he could creep.
‘He made up his mind that if Grandmother asked him why he was so late he would tell the truth and say he was sorry, for he didn’t mean to be a naughty little Periwinkle boy any more.
‘Periwinkle Pie! Made of naughty little Periwinkle boys!
‘Ugh! The very idea made him shake inside his shell.
‘But good Grandmother Periwinkle didn’t ask any questions.