“Why?”
“Because she fell under the horse, and was seen no more.”
“Is she old enough,” thought Clare, “to read the Pilgrim’s Progress?”
“Will you tell me, please,” he said, “when a thing is only a thing?”
“When it won’t mind what you do or say to it.”
“And when is a thing no thing any more?”
“When you never think of it again.”
“Is a fly a thing?”
“I could make a fly mind, only it would hurt it!”
“Of course we wouldn’t do that!”