`Then you should certainly lecture Oil Philosophy,' said the Dragon-fly; and he spread a pair of lovely gauze wings and soared away into the sky. `How very silly of him not to stay here!' said the Rocket. `I am sure that he has not often got such a chance of improving his mind. However, I don't care a bit. Genius like mine is sure to be appreciated some day;' and he sank down a little deeper into the mud.

After some time a large White Duck swam up to him. She had yellow legs, and webbed feet, and was considered a great beauty on account of her waddle.

`Quack, quack, quack,' she said. `What a curious shape you are! May I ask were you born like that, or is it the result of an accident?'

`It is quite evident that you have always lived in the country,' answered the Rocket, `otherwise you would know who I am. However, I excuse your ignorance. It would be unfair to expect other people to be as remarkable as oneself. You will no doubt be surprised to hear that I can fly up into the sky, and come down in a shower of golden rain.'

`I don't think much of that,' said the Duck, `as I cannot see what use it is to any one. Now, if you could plough the fields like the ox, or draw a cart like the horse, or look after the sheep like the collie-dog, that would be something.'

`My good creature,' cried the Rocket in a very haughty tone of voice, `I see that you belong to the lower orders. A person of my position is never useful. We have certain accomplishments, and that is more than sufficient. I have no sympathy myself with industry of any kind, least of all with such industries as you seem to recommend. Indeed, I have always been of opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing whatever to do.'

`Well, well,' said the Duck, who was of a very peaceable disposition, and never quarrelled with any one, `everybody has different tastes. I hope, at any rate, that you are going to take up your residence here.'

`Oh! dear no,' cried the Rocket. `I am merely a visitor, a distinguished visitor. The fact is that I find this place rather tedious. There is neither society here, nor solitude. In fact, it is essentially suburban. I shall probably go back to Court, for I know that I am destined to make a sensation in the world.'

`I had thoughts of entering public life once myself,' answered the Duck; `there are so many things that need reforming. Indeed, I took the chair at a meeting some time ago, and we passed resolutions condemning everything that we did not like. However, they did not seem to have much effect. Now I go in for domesticity and look after my family.'

`I am made for public life,' said the rocket, `and so are all my relations, even the humblest of them. Whenever we appear we excite great attention. I have not actually appeared myself, but when I do so it will be a magnificent sight. As for domesticity, it ages one rapidly, and distract's one mind from higher things.'

`Ah! the higher things of life, how fine they are!' said the Duck; `and that reminds me how hungry I feel:' and she swam away down the stream, saying `Quack, quack, quack.'

`Come back! come back!' screamed the Rocket, `I have a great deal to say to you;' but the Duck paid no attention to him. `I am glad that she has gone,' he said to himself, `she has a decidedly middle-class mind;' and he sank a little deeper still into the mud, and began to think about the loneliness of genius, when suddenly two little boys in white smocks came running down the bank, with a kettle and some faggots.

`This must be the deputation,' said the Rocket, and he tried to look very dignified.

`Hallo!' cried one of the boys, `look at this old stick! I wonder how it came here;' and he picked the rocket out of the ditch.