"Myself," said the Echo.

"Will you be quiet?" said Tommy. "If you would tell one the word there
would be some sense in your interference; but to roar 'Myself!' at one,
which neither rhymes nor runs--it does rhyme though, as it happens," he
added; "and how very odd! it runs too--

'Twist me, and turn me, and show me the Elf--
I looked in the water, and saw myself,'

which I certainly did. What can it mean? The Old Owl knows, as Granny
would say; so I shall go back and ask her."

"Ask her!" said the Echo.

"Didn't I say I should?" said Tommy. "How exasperating you are! It is
very strange. _Myself_ certainly does rhyme, and I wonder I did not
think of it long ago."

"Go," said the Echo.

"Will you mind your own business, and go to sleep?" said Tommy. "I am
going; I said I should."

And back he went. There sat the Old Owl as before.

"Oohoo!" said she, as Tommy climbed up. "What did you see in the mere?"

"I saw nothing but myself," said Tommy indignantly.