“By the way, Kitty, if only you’d been really with me in my dream, there was one thing you would have enjoyed⁠—I had such a quantity of poetry said to me, all about fishes! Tomorrow morning you shall have a real treat. All the time you’re eating your breakfast, I’ll repeat ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’ to you; and then you can make believe it’s oysters, dear!

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