You will always be the same size--and the same saucy, inconsiderate Glass Cat, with pink brains and a hard ruby heart." "No one can regret more than I the fact that you made me," asserted the cat, crouching upon the floor and slowly swaying its spun-glass tail from side to side.

"Your world is a very uninteresting place.

I've wandered through your gardens and in the forest until I'm tired of it all, and when I come into the house the conversation of your fat wife and of yourself bores me dreadfully." "That is because I gave you different brains from those we ourselves possess--and much too good for a cat," returned Dr.Pipt.
"Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace 'em with pebbles, so that I won't feel above my station in life ?" asked the cat, pleadingly.
"Perhaps so.

I'll try it, after I've brought the Patchwork Girl to life," he said.
The cat walked up to the bench on which the Patchwork Girl reclined and looked at her attentively.
"Are you going to make that dreadful thing live ?" she asked.
The Magician nodded.
"It is intended to be my wife's servant maid," he said.

"When she is alive she will do all our work and mind the house.