“‘Yes; he can,’ said his aunt. ‘Yonder he is now, taking the picture of a Tabby. He has plenty to do. There is another close by, waiting for her turn.’
“‘Why!’ cried the young rat. ‘They are the very same ones that chased me when I was a little rat and made me run away!’
“‘Yes’ his aunt said. ‘They are friendly now. What are you going to do? Do you want to help us get ready?’
“‘I do,’ said the young rat.
“‘Step in here then,’ said his aunt. ‘Step in to this Ice-cream Place, and stir up the ice-cream. Stir it up with your fore paws.’ They two stepped into the Ice-cream Place, and the young rat’s aunt showed him how to stir up the ice-cream with his fore paws. While he was doing this a cat peeped through the door at him. His aunt thought by the looks of the cat’s eye that it was a cat that had not heard of the peace.
“She was so afraid the cat did not know of the peace and would eat the young rat that she caught hold of his tail quick and pulled him with all her might and they ran out of the Ice-cream Place by two rat-holes. The mother rat and the frog were waiting for the young rat and he travelled on with them.
Afraid He Had Not Heard of the Peace.
“That cat would not have hurt the young rat. She did know of the peace and she was gathering up rats for the Janjibo. The young rat and the frog and the mother rat saw her afterwards showing a great many rats that had come from afar, the way into the Janjibo and even taking up the tired ones in her mouth and carrying them in.