They took out what remained of Rupert's heart and put a pretty one inside of him, made of steel, but hard as a diamond. Only one little fibre escaped their search, which passed unnoticed behind the metal heart.
‘If Jane had a child,’ said he to himself, ‘who knows but that one day it might play about here and fall in and be killed?’
As soon as the Mouse and the Dried Pea looked into the soup pot they saw what had happened. ‘Oh, dear!’ said the Sausage. ‘Poor Mouse is drowned in the soup.’