The next morning Dapple-gray went through the burrows, singing, “Hey diddle dinkety poppety pet-o, Wake yourselves and up you get, ho.”
The others joined in, following him out: “Ring-a-ting tang, ding-a-dong bell-o, Stretch and yawn and off to the dell, ho.”
The morning was crisp and cool and the short-grass lawns were wet with dew. The Gardiners stayed out of the long-grass meadows of the Plantation till the sun was high and the grass was dry. They had been working for quite some time before Mistress Dolly peeped cautiously out of a kiosk.
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