The kettle began it Don't tell me what Mrs. Peerybingle said. I know better. Mrs. Peerybingle mayleave it on record to the end of time that she couldn't say which of them began it; but, I say thekettle did. I ought to know, I hope The kettle began it, full five minutes by the little waxy-facedDutch clock in the corner, before the Cricket uttered a chirp.As if the clock hadn't finished striking, and the convulsive little Haymaker at the top of it, jerkingaway right and left with a scythe in front of a Moorish Palace, hadn't mowed down half an acre ofimaginary grass before the Cricket joined in at all Why, I am not naturally positive. Every one knows that. I wouldn't set my own opinion against theopinion of Mrs. Peerybingle, unless I were quite sure, on any account whatever. Nothing shouldinduce me. But, this is a question of fact. And the fact is, that the kettle began it, at least fiveminutes before the Cricket gave any sign of being in existence. Contradict me, and I'll say ten.Let me narrate exactly how it happened. I should have proceeded to do so in my very first word, but for this plain consideration-if I am to tell a story I must begin at the beginning; and how is itpossible to begin at the beginning, without beginning at the kettle?It appeared as if there were a sort of match, or trial of skill, you must understand, between the kettleand the Cricket. And this is what led to it, and how it came about
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