'Well, I do think the Chiswick Gardens is the nicest place in all the world,' said Katie, leaning back in the cab, and meditating on her past enjoyment.
'They are very pretty—very,' said Lactimel Neverbend. 'I only wish every cottar had such a garden behind his cottage. I am sure we might manage it, if we set about it in the right way.'
'What! as big as Chiswick?' said Katie.
'No; not so big,' said Lactimel; 'but quite as nicely kept.'
'I think the pigs would get in,' said Katie.
'It would be much easier, and more important too, to keep their minds nicely,' said Ugolina; and there the pigs could never get in.'
'No; I suppose not,' said Katie.
'I don't know that,' said Lactimel.