CAT. Oh, truly they do!
MISS MOUSE (showing she is most pleased; opening window). What else nice say they?
CAT (jumping in). That I'll tell you by and by.
(Sniffing about.)
There must be a grease-pot about! Am I not right?
MISS MOUSE. Mother said—
CAT (interrupting). Only tell me if I be right! 'T will do no harm!
MISS MOUSE (hesitating). Well—then—yes. But 't is put away for our winter stores.