“Yes, I do,” said the cat; “it is an angel fish.”
“An angel fish! That’s just the right name for it,” said Mary Frances.
“Yes, I believe somebody who tasted one named it that,” said the cat.
“Surely nobody would eat such a beautiful creature,” Mary Frances said.
The cat smiled. “Its beauty is more than skin deep,” he said.
“Well, I wouldn’t eat anything so lovely,” said Mary Frances.
“That reminds me of a rhyme a fish taught me,” said the cat.
“That sounds mighty fishy,” thought Mary Frances, but she did not say anything.
“Shall I say it for you?” and without waiting to hear, he went on:
“Oh, mother, if you lived down in the sea