Bilbo began to whistle loudly and to forget about the night before. By that time the sun was shining and the front door was open, letting in a warm spring breeze. Then he had a nice little breakfast in the kitchen before turning out the dining-room. "Don't be a fool, Bilbo Baggins!" he said to himself, "thinking of dragons and all that outlandish nonsense at your age!" So be put on an apron, lit fires, boiled water, and washed up. Indeed he was really relieved after all to think that they had all gone without him, and without bothering to wake him up ("but with never a thank-you" he thought) and yet in a way he could not help feeling just a trifle disappointed. The washing-up was so dismally real that Bilbo was forced to believe the party of the night before had not been part of his bad dreams, as he had rather hoped. Nearly every pot and pan he possessed seemed to have been used. There was a fearful mess in the room, and piles of unwashed crocks in the kitchen. There he saw nobody, but all the signs of a large and hurried breakfast. Up jumped Bilbo, and putting on his dressing-gown went into the dining-room.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |