"It fits me better, for my patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else.

Thank you for naming me, Miss Cat.

Have you any name of your own ?" "I have a foolish name that Margolotte once gave me, but which is quite undignified for one of my importance," answered the cat.

"She called me 'Bungle.'" "Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were a sad bungle, taken all in all.

I was wrong to make you as I did, for a more useless, conceited and brittle thing never before existed." "I'm not so brittle as you think," retorted the cat.