"No," said the Skeezer, "I don't understand magic and
if I did I would not try to imitate your skill. You are
a wonderful Yookoohoo, while I am only a common
Skeezer."
This confession seemed to please Reera, who liked to
have her witchcraft appreciated.
"Will you go away now?" she asked. "I prefer to be
alone."
"I prefer to stay here," said Ervic.
"In another person's home, where you are not wanted?"
"Yes."
"Is not your curiosity yet satisfied?" demanded
Reera, with a smile.
"I don't know. Is there anything else you can do?"
"Many things. But why should I exhibit my powers to a
stranger?"
"I can think of no reason at all," he replied.
She looked at him curiously.
"You want no power for yourself, you say, and you're
too stupid to be able to steal my secrets. This isn't a
pretty cottage, while outside are sunshine, broad
prairies and beautiful wildflowers. Yet you insist on
sitting on that bench and annoying me with your
unwelcome presence. What have you in that kettle?"
"Three fishes," he answered readily.
"Where did you get them?"
"I caught them in the Lake of the Skeezers."
"What do you intend to do with the fishes?"
"I shall carry them to the home of a friend of mine
who has three children. The children will love to have
the fishes for pets."
She came over to the bench and looked into the
kettle, where the three fishes were swimming quietly in
the water.
"They're pretty," said Reera. "Let me transform them
into something else."
"No," objected the Skeezer.
"I love to transform things; it's so interesting. And
I've never transformed any fishes in all my life."
"Let them alone," said Ervic.
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