"And can you make fish?"
"I never tried. The water in our house is clean water, and no use for making fish. You can only make fish out of canal water."
"O, I see."
"Have you a canary?"
"No."
"We had; but Jack, that was our cat's name, ate the canary's head off, and then he couldn't fly, although his wings were all right. Jack never ate his wings. I think Jack is gone back to eat the wings."
"He must have been a wicked cat to eat the poor bird!"
"No, he wasn't wicked, for he was all black except his nose, and that was white; and Mrs. Grainger says a black cat isn't wicked when he has a white nose."
"And did you cry when Jack went away?"
"No, I didn't; but I often cried when we had him, for he used to scrape me when I wanted to make a horse or him to tow my Noah's ark."