Fluff had been looking on. Now she went close up to the cage and sat down.
Just then White-face came creeping, creeping up, in the way of mouse-hunting cats.
“Hush,” she whispered to Floss; “there’s a mouse; see me catch it!”
THE FIGHT.
“No,” whispered Floss, “it’s such a cunning mouse, so soft and smooth, such bright little eyes, such a long slim tail—no, don’t.”
“I shall, I say!”
“No, you mustn’t—besides, it is Posy’s mouse.”
“I don’t care, I want it!”
