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THE FISHES AND NEWTS. 109
looked almost like a bird, for she had such
a hooked nose, and a quantity of feathers
waving on her head. She was apparently a
little deaf, for Sir Twedick bawled in her
ear : ’ His narrative, my lady!’
" Did your narrative come to an end here ? "
asked a stupid heavy-looking dunce of a
fish.
" No, I had only snapped my tail, on being
extricated from the ice; and as it seemed they
could not mention such a word in polite
society, it was perhaps just as well I had
none," says the complaisant newt; " and it
did not much matter to me, for a new one
grew soon afterwards, when I was transported
to a small aquarium, before being presented to
the Zoo, where I found my beautiful little wife
had arrived before me."
Here the newt, I see, means to end his
story, for see how he frisks up to his little
mate, and begins with her to inspect their
young nursery, in charge of the pulpy leaf
of that water-plant.
The fishes have been listening attentively,
and now we will leave them to themselves,
after this little peep into their habitation.
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