The woollen pineapple envies the doubled-walled thermos. He wants to know how to keep liquids warm, and operate as the thermos does. He is too scared to confess his curiosity. He remains in his tchotchke cabinet. Some weeks ago, at the sight of one of the smaller children addressing the porcelain cat as a real cat — petting it and offering in cream — the woollen pineapple began to think that even though he did not know how to keep tea hot for a stranger to enjoy, he could be warm for someone. So, at night, he dreamed that he sprouted many spouts, and in his dream he served tea to the duke and duchess of Windsor. they came back every night.