"It's all very well for you. You'd kick up a row if Tibby was your dog."
Mary had forgotten Tibby. Now she remembered.
"Where's Tibby? I want him."
"Tibby's dead," said Jenny.
"What's 'dead'?"
"Never you mind."
Roddy was singing:
"'And from his nose and to his chin
The worms crawled out and the worms crawled in'—
"That's dead," said Roddy.