Duck without pond

SO little Bridget took the baby on her right arm and a jug in her left hand, and went to the farm to get the milk. On her way she went by the garden-gate of a large house that stood close to the farm, and she told the baby a story:-
"Last summer," she said," a little girl, bigger than you, for she was just able to walk, came to stay in that house with her father and mother. All about the road just here, the ducks and the chickens from the farm, and an old turkey, used to walk about all the day long,