"Quack, quack!" said the duck, waddling up, and opening her great bill.
"Don't let the old duck swallow your finger, Johnny!" said Ellen.
Johnny dropped the bread. The greedy duck snatched it, and in less than half a minute she opened her great bill again, and quacked for more.
Meanwhile grandma had been throwing out meal to the ducklings. But one pert little duckling was not satisfied with that.
He lifted up his head, and fluttered his little bits of wings, and opened his mouth, and tried to quack, as much as to say,—
"I don't like meal and water. I want to have what ma has. Give me some too."
This made Ellen laugh: it was so like some children that she had seen!
UNCLE CHARLES.
