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CHAPTER EIGHT

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REGINALD was contemplating his three ducks. It was getting difficult now to say which was the mother and which were the babies. Sylvia knew, or said she did - `There, that one, darling.' But when he was alone again, the difficulty remained. However, that didn't matter. What mattered was that nobody knew whether the babies were ducks or drakes, because nobody does know until the end of September. It's very odd, thought Reginald, that a drake should look his own magnificent self in the winter, and be content to masquerade as a duck all the summer. It was also very exciting watching the three ducks at the end of July, and trying to detect the first signs of change. Surely Ellen's chest is lighter this evening? No? Oh, well l What doyou think, Marmalade?
Marmalade sat a little way off, as indifferent as only a cat can be. Ducks and pigeons no longer disturbed him. There was a time, in his youth, when he had supposed them to be birds, but Mr. Wellard had smacked his head in a way which looked as if some people thought that they were really vegetables. Well, if the man Wellard thought that they were really vegetables, one must humour him. All this head-smacking didn't do a cat any good. Vegetables, are they? All right, what about it? Who wants to bother about three up-ended vegetables in a pond?
No answer from Marmalade. Difficult to talk to the fur-collar round your neck, but what doyou think, John Wesley? John Wesley, purring happily to himself, accelerated loudly for a moment at sound of the loved voice, and went to sleep again, leaving his engine running.

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