In the morning the strange Duckling was at once noticed, and the Tom Cat began to purr, and the Hen to cluck.
“What’s this?” said the woman, looking all around; but she could not see very well, and therefore she thought the Duckling was a fat duck that had strayed. “This is a rare prize!” she said. “Now I shall have duck’s eggs. I hope it is not a drake. We must try that.”
And so the Duckling was admitted on trial for three weeks; but no eggs came. And the Tom Cat was master of the house, and the Hen was the lady, and always said, “We and the world!” for she thought they were half the world, and by far the better half. The Duckling thought one might have a different opinion, but the Hen would not allow it.
“Can you lay eggs?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then you’ll have the goodness to hold your tongue.”
And the Tom Cat said, “Can you curve your back, and purr and give out sparks?”
“No.”
“Then you cannot have any opinion of your own when sensible people are speaking.”
And the Duckling sat in the corner and was melancholy; then the fresh air and the sunshine streamed in; and it was seized with such a strange longing to swim on the water, that it could not help telling the Hen of it.