She was unusually pleasant, for her. As a rule she had little to say to Spot, except to scold at him.
"I'm comfortable here, thank you," Spot answered. "Farmer Green must be out of sight by this time. So I won't bother to chase after him."
"You could smell out his track, couldn't you?" Miss Kitty Cat suggested.
"Perhaps!" said Spot. "Perhaps! But as I said, I'm comfortable here. I'm going to stay right here in the kitchen." Out of the corner of his eye he looked at Miss Kitty Cat. He could see that she was somewhat displeased by something or other. Her tail was beginning to swell slightly. And that was a sure sign that she was losing her temper. But when she spoke again her voice was as sweet as honey.
"What a beautiful day to go hunting!" she remarked as she sprang into a chair beside the window and looked out. "The woods must be full of birds."
"No doubt!" said Spot dryly. "I went hunting early this morning; and there was plenty of game then."
"Ha!" Miss Kitty exclaimed suddenly. "Do I hear the cows in the cornfield?"
Now, Spot loved to drive the cows out of the corn. But for a wonder, he never even moved an ear.
"I hope the sheep haven't scrambled over the stone wall," Miss Kitty Cat mewed. "If they have, Farmer Green would want you to get them back into the pasture for him."
"Yes!" said Spot with a yawn. "I'm sure he would. And if he needs me he knows where he can find me."