‘For fear the spider should get them. Don’t you adore my tuffet? It’s the only indoor tuffet in the world. All others are out-door tuffets. But they gave me this one because most spiders are out-of-door spiders. By the way, we haven’t been introduced yet. Where’s that silly butler?’
‘Here,’ said the butler. He was lying down on the floor now, and staring at the ceiling.
‘Introduce us,’ said Miss Muffet. ‘Say Miss Muffet, David Blaize—David Blaize, Miss Muffet. Then whichever way about it happens, you’re as comfortable as it is possible to be under the circumstances, or even above them, where it would naturally be colder.’
‘I don’t quite see,’ said David.
‘Poor Mr. Blaize. Put a little curds and whey in your eyes. That’s the way. Dear me, there’s another pun.’
David calls on Miss Muffet
‘You made it before,’ said David.
‘I know. It counts double this time. But as I was saying, a little curds and whey—oh! it’s tipped up again. What restless things curds are!’
She had not been looking at her bowl, and for several minutes now a perfect stream of curds and whey had been pouring from it over her knees and along the floor, to where the butler lay. He was still repeating, ‘Miss Muffet, David Blaize—David Blaize, Miss Muffet.’ Sometimes, by way of variety, he said, ‘Miss Blaize—David Muffet,’ but as nobody attended, it made no difference what he said.