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Pisces, the Fishes
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The great green fishes gaped at the ceiling as blankly as ever.
She got up softly, so far as to sit back on her heels, ready to fall on her face again at the least movement of the monsters, but there was not any.
Then she plucked Plum-Blossom by the sleeve.
"Get up," she whispered, "They are only porcelain; there is nothing to be afraid of!"
Plum-Blossom peeped through her fingers in her turn.
"Truly!" she murmured in a moment more. Then the little girls got on their feet, and to make perfectly sure, went up to the fishes, felt of them, and looked down their throats.
"I have an idea!" said Cherry-Bloom. "If we hear the least sound, as if any one were coming, we can jump into one of these fishes and be hidden. Is n't that a good thought?"
