Miss Kitty Cat was sitting under the cherry tree. And she looked up and smiled most agreeably at Mrs. Wren.
Rusty Wren looked thoughtful.
"There's something in what she says," he whispered to his wife. "It is too bad not to let the neighbors admire the finest nestlings in Pleasant Valley."
"You know they say a cat may look at a king," Miss Kitty simpered. "Well, a fortnight ago I went over to the pine woods and had a look at a Ruby Crowned[p. 51] Kinglet's family. So it seems only fair that I shouldn't be denied a look at your little wrenlets."
XII
JOLLY ROBIN'S NEWS
In a way Miss Kitty Cat was a patient creature. She could play a waiting game. She spent hours watching rat-holes without growing restless.
So after her talk with Rusty Wren and his wife, when she urged them to give up their boxlike house and build themselves an open nest like most other birds, Miss Kitty left them.