It was left her by her uncle the dragon.

But don't let this go any further." "Your lordship may depend on my secrecy.

I wish your lordship a very good morning." Away flew the pie, and she did not stop till she got to the cat's house.
The cat and the fox were at breakfast, and the fox had his paw on his heart.

"Beautiful scene!" cried the pie; the cat coloured, and bade the pie take a seat.
Then off went the pie's tongue, glib, glib, glib, chatter, chatter, chatter.

She related to them the whole story of the griffin and his daughter, and a great deal more besides, that the griffin had never told her.
The cat listened attentively.