“Hello, kiddies!” said Heavy. “How did you get here?”
“On our feet—didn’t we, Dickie?” responded Master Willie.
“Yep,” said Dickie.
“Oh, dear me! Toodles will hurt that cat!” cried Madge. “One of you boys run and save her—save kitty!” she begged.
But as the youngsters started off as per direction, the cat turned savagely upon Toodles. She snarled like a wildcat, leaped for his fur-covered back, and laid in with her claws in a way that made the pup yell with fright and pain.
“Oh, never mind the cat! Help Toodles! Help Toodles!” wailed Madge, seeing her pet in such dire trouble.
The youngsters stopped with disgust, as Toodles went kiting up the hill, yelping.
“Pshaw!” exclaimed Willie. “Toodles don’t need helpin’. Did’ye ever see such a dog? What he needs is a nurse—don’t he, Dickie?”
“Yep,” declared the oracular Dickie, with emphasis.
Heavy dropped down on the grass and rolled. As the cat had quickly returned from the chase, Madge and Helen joined her. It was too funny. The “terrible twins” were just slipping out of the gate, when Ruth called to them.