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"
Put
on
a
few
eggs
,
there
's
a
good
fellow
!
"
Gandalf
called
after
him
,
as
the
hobbit
stumped
off
to
the
pantries
.
"
And
just
bring
out
the
cold
chicken
and
pickles
!
"
"
Seems
to
know
as
much
about
the
inside
of
my
larders
as
I
do
myself
!
"
thought
Mr.
Baggins
,
who
was
feeling
positively
flummoxed
,
and
was
beginning
to
wonder
whether
a
most
wretched
adventure
had
not
come
right
into
his
house
.
By
the
time
he
had
got
all
the
bottles
and
dishes
and
knives
and
forks
and
glasses
and
plates
and
spoons
and
things
piled
up
on
big
trays
,
he
was
getting
very
hot
,
and
red
in
the
face
,
and
annoyed
.
"
Confusticate
and
bebother
these
dwarves
!
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
Why
do
n't
they
come
and
lend
a
hand
?
"
Lo
and
behold
!
there
stood
Balin
and
Dwalin
at
the
door
of
the
kitchen
,
and
Fili
and
Kili
behind
them
,
and
before
he
could
say
knife
they
had
whisked
the
trays
and
a
couple
of
small
tables
into
the
parlour
and
set
out
everything
afresh
.
Gandalf
sat
at
the
head
of
the
party
with
the
thirteen
,
dwarves
all
round
:
and
Bilbo
sat
on
a
stool
at
the
fireside
,
nibbling
at
a
biscuit
(
his
appetite
was
quite
taken
away
)
,
and
trying
to
look
as
if
this
was
all
perfectly
ordinary
and
not
in
the
least
an
adventure
.
The
dwarves
ate
and
ate
,
and
talked
and
talked
,
and
time
got
on
.
At
last
they
pushed
their
chairs
back
,
and
Bilbo
made
a
move
to
collect
the
plates
and
glasses
.
"
I
suppose
you
will
all
stay
to
supper
?
"
he
said
in
his
politest
unpressing
tones
.
"
Of
course
!
"
said
Thorin
.
"
And
after
.
We
sha
n't
get
through
the
business
till
late
,
and
we
must
have
some
music
first
.
Now
to
clear
up
!
"
Thereupon
the
twelve
dwarves-not
Thorin
,
he
was
too
important
,
and
stayed
talking
to
Gandalf
-
jumped
to
their
feet
and
made
tall
piles
of
all
the
things
.
Off
they
went
,
not
waiting
for
trays
,
balancing
columns
of
plates
,
each
with
a
bottle
on
the
top
,
with
one
hand
,
while
the
hobbit
ran
after
them
almost
squeaking
with
fright
:
"
please
be
careful
!
"
and
"
please
,
do
n't
trouble
!
I
can
manage
.
"
But
the
dwarves
only
started
to
sing
:
"
Chip
the
glasses
and
crack
the
plates
!
Blunt
the
knives
and
bend
the
forks
!
That
's
what
Bilbo
Baggins
hates
-
Smash
the
bottles
and
burn
the
corks
!
Cut
the
cloth
and
tread
on
the
fat
!
