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 leisure, Pigling had a look round the cottage; everything was locked up. He found some potato peelings in a bucket in the back kitchen. Pigling ate the peel, and washed up the porridge plates in the bucket. He sang while he worked—

Suddenly a little smothered voice chimed in—

Pigling Bland put down a plate which he was wiping, and listened.