"IT is getting perfectly full- up down-stairs; the sitting-room is full, and they are rolling along the passage; and my husband, Chippy Hackee, has run away and left me.
Goody Tiptoes; "but where is Chippy Hackee? My husband, Timmy Tiptoes, has run away too." "I know where Chippy is; a little bird told me," said Mrs.
"Yes, I could," said the Chipmunk, "but my husband, Chippy Hackee, bites!"