Being transparent, so anyone can see through me,
I'd look nice, wouldn't I, with a common mouse inside me? But
the fact is that I haven't any stomach or other machinery that
would permit me to eat things. The careless magician who made me
didn't think I'd need to eat, I suppose."
"Don't you ever get hungry or thirsty?" asked Trot.
"Never. I don't complain, you know, at the way I'm made, for
I've never yet seen any living thing as beautiful as I am. I
have the handsomest brains in the world. They're pink, and you
can see 'em work."
"I wonder," said Trot thoughtfully, as she ate her bread and
jam, "if MY brains whirl around in the same way yours do."
"No; not the same way, surely," returned the Glass Cat; "for,
in that case, they'd be as good as MY brains, except that they're
hidden under a thick, boney skull."
"Brains," remarked Cap'n Bill, "is of all kinds and work
different ways. But I've noticed that them as thinks that their
brains is best is often mistook."
Trot was a little disturbed by sounds from the forest, that
night, for many beasts seemed prowling among the trees, but she
was confident Cap'n Bill would protect her from harm.
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