“I’ll get a spoon,” said Patty, promptly.
“No, just waggle the water with your finger. They’ll come up.”
Patty waggled the water with her finger, but Darby only blinked at her, while Juliet flounced petulantly.
“She’s high-strung,” observed Kenneth, “and a trifle bad-tempered. But she won’t stand scolding. Let’s take her out and pet her a little.”
“How do you get her out? With a hook and line?”
“No, silly! You must be kind to them. Here, puss, puss, puss! Come, Jooly-ooly-et! Come!”
But Juliet haughtily ignored the invitation and huddled in the bottom of the bowl.
“Try this,” said Patty, running to the dining-room, and returning with a silver fish server.
This worked beautifully, and Kenneth scooped up Juliet, who lay quietly on the broad silver blade, blinking at them reproachfully.
“She’s hungry, Ken; see how she opens and shuts her mouth.”