Then, addressing her reflection in the glass, she exclaimed: "Whee, but there's a gaudy dame! Makes a paint-box blush with shame.
Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle! Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name ?" She bowed, and the reflection bowed.

Then she laughed again, long and merrily, and the Glass Cat crept out from under the table and said: "I don't blame you for laughing at yourself.

Aren't you horrid ?" "Horrid ?" she replied.

"Why, I'm thoroughly delightful.

I'm an Original, if you please, and therefore incomparable.