"Now that that bone is removed, I breathe easier," said Uncle Harry, "and so does Carlo!"
"Oh, you wouldn't have gone home just to call on Carlo," said Flossie.
"Well, I don't know," he said, trying to look solemn, "I wouldn't like Carlo to feel neglected, and now I think of it, does Reginald speak of the cat?"
"No," said Flossie, "but when I answer the letter, I'll tell Reginald you're anxious about her."
"I am," said Uncle Harry, "because the last time I saw her, Carlo was barking at her very rudely, and her back was up in a hump like a camel's. Reginald ought to have told us if her back is still up, or whether she has taken the kink out of her spine. We might telephone and ask, instead of worrying."
He rose, and walked toward the hall, whistling as he went, an old nursery song that he used to sing to Flossie.
"The cat came fiddling out of the barn,
With a pair of bagpipes under her arm."
"Look!" said Flossie, "he's going right toward the telephone, just to make us think that he's truly going to ring up Reginald, and inquire for the cat."
"Who is Arabella?" Floretta asked.