The Adventures of Marmaduchess

After The Traction-Engine Rally,
Marmaduchess's ruffled feathers were hardly settled before she plunged into more excitement at the discovery of a tree laden with golden apples, but these were golden quinces, not apples and were too hard and bitter even for a smallest peck.

Never one to sulk and not wanting to waste a new adventure, Marmaduchess decided the fragrant quince made a novel perch, where she gossiped with her little friend in the sun. Here they are a-top the golden quince.

Meanwhile, back in Yvonne's kitchen quince jelly was sparkling in the jars!