Now, keep very still, for I must and can.”
Then, softly licking one little, grey kit,
By the nape of the neck she picked up it,
And marched off grandly, came back for the other,
And laid it down gently beside its brother.
On the bed of her mistress, Florence Flippet,
One on her muff, and one on her tippet,
Then sat down, placidly washing her face,
Well pleased that her kits were in a good place.
“I declare!” said Florence, “what is on my bed?