d; then said the window, Door, why do you jar? Oh! said the
door, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom
sweeps, and so I jar; then said the window, I'll creak, so the window
creaked; now there was an old form outside the house, and when the
window creaked, the form said, Window, why do you creak? Oh! said the
window, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the
besom sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak; then said the old form,
I'll run round the house, then the old form ran round the house; now
there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the
tree said to the form, Form, why do you run round the house? Oh! said
the form, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the
besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, and so I run round
the house; then said the walnut tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the
walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a
little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the
leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh!
said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the
besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs
round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird,
I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now
there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her
brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird
moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all
your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty
weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the
window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree
sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little
girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt
the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder
thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he
said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little
brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the
little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the
besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs
round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird
moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old
man, then