n. What do
you say? Will you risk it?'

"'I will,' she said--'and gladly.'

"So next morning two fidgits were found by the keeper floating on the
top of the water in their tank, stiff and dead. We gave a mighty good
imitation of dead fish--although I say it myself. The keeper ran and
got the old gentlemen with spectacles and whiskers. They threw up their
hands in horror when they saw us. Lifting us carefully out of the water
they laid us on wet cloths. That was the hardest part of all. If you're
a fish and get taken out of the water you have to keep opening and
shutting your mouth to breathe at all--and even that you can't keep up
for long. And all this time we had to stay stiff as sticks and breathe
silently through half-closed lips.

"Well, the old fellows poked us and felt us and pinched us till I
thought they'd never be done. Then, when their backs were turned a
moment, a wretched cat got up on the table and nearly ate us. Luckily
the old men turned round in time and shooed her away. You may be sure
though that we took a couple of good gulps of air while they weren't
looking; and that was the only thing that saved us from choking. I
wanted to whisper to Clippa to be brave and stick it out. But I couldn't
even do that; because, as you know, most kinds of fish-talk cannot be
heard--not even a shout--unless you're under water.

"Then, just as we were about to give it up and let on that we were
alive, one of the old men shook his head sadly, lifted us up and carried
us out of the building.

"'Now for it!' I thought to myself. 'We'll soon know our fate: liberty
or the garbage-can.'

"Outside, to our unspeakable horror, he made straight for a large
ash-barrel which stood against the wall on the other side of a yard.
Most happily for us, however, while he was crossing this yard a very
dirty man with a wagon and horses drove up and took the ash-barrel away.
I suppose it was his property.

"Then the old man looked around for some other place to throw us. He
seemed about to cast us upon the ground. But he evidently thought
that this would make the yard untidy and he desisted. The suspense was
terrible. He moved outside the yard-gate and my heart sank once more as
I saw that he now intended to throw us in the gutter of the roadway. But
(fortune was indeed with us that day), a large man in, blue clothes and
silver buttons stopped him in the nick of time. Evidently, from the way
the large man lectured and waved a short