"Can't?" said his mistress. "Why not?"
John looked still more confused. "Please, ma'am," he said, "he's gone."
"Why, how is that?" said the lady.
"Well, ma'am, I was playing with him, and I put him against my baize apron, and he turned green."
"Well?"
"And then I put him against the red tray, ma'am, and he turned red."
"Yes, yes! Of course he would."
"And then I put him against your tartan plaid, ma'am, and—and he just bust hisself."
You can see his Eye looking back over his Shoulder in this Picture