Indeed, there were more instruments at work about her than there could have been sparks in her.

One little fellow who held on hard by the tip of the tail, with his feet planted on the ground at an angle of forty-five degrees, helping to keep her fast, administered a continuous flow of admonitions to Pussy.
"Now, Pussy, be patient.

You know quite well it is all for your good.
You cannot be comfortable with all those sparks in you; and, indeed, I am charitably disposed to believe" (here he became very pompous) "that they are the cause of all your bad temper; so we must have them all out, every one; else we shall be reduced to the painful necessity of cutting your claws, and pulling out your eye-teeth.

Quiet! Pussy, quiet!" But with a perfect hurricane of feline curses, the poor animal broke loose, and dashed across the garden and through the hedge, faster than even the fairies could follow.

"Never mind, never mind, we shall find her again; and by that time she will have laid in a fresh stock of sparks.