But you are not to order her around, Bungle, as you do us.

You must treat the Patchwork Girl respectfully." "I won't.

I couldn't respect such a bundle of scraps under any circumstances." "If you don't, there will be more scraps than you will like," cried Margolotte, angrily.
"Why didn't you make her pretty to look at ?" asked the cat.

"You made me pretty--very pretty, indeed--and I love to watch my pink brains roll around when they're working, and to see my precious red heart beat." She went to a long mirror, as she said this, and stood before it, looking at herself with an air of much pride.

"But that poor patched thing will hate herself, when she's once alive," continued the cat.