CHAPTER I.
The kettle sat on the hob, and Mona sat on the floor, both as idle as idle could be.
"I will just wait till the kettle begins to sing," thought Mona; and became absorbed in her book again.
After a while the kettle, at any rate, seemed to repent of its laziness, for it began to hum softly, and then to hum loudly, and then to sing, but Mona was completely lost in the story she was reading, and had no mind for repentance or anything...
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