"What a funny joke!" she said, and she tried to disentangle her glasses from her lace collar. "The very idea of stealing anything makes me go hot and cold!"
"Could we go and see the cats, Miss Tremble?" asked Bets.
"I should think so," said Miss Trimble. "My name is Trimble, not Tremble. Do try and remember. Miss Harmer is with the cats. We'll go and see her. Come along, dears."
She tripped along in front of them, her glasses on her nose once more. They fell off going down a few steps, and Bets counted out loud.
"That's four times."
"Four times what, dear?" said Miss Trimble, turning round and smiling sweetly. She put up her hand to stop her glasses from falling.
"Don't stop them," said Bets. "I'm counting how many times they fall off."
"Oh, what a funny little girl!" said Miss Trimble, looking rather cross. She held her glasses on with her hand, and Bets was sorry. She felt that wasn't fair!
They came to the cat-house. Miss Harmer was there, mixing some food. She looked up. Her plump, jolly face looked worried.
"Hallo!" she said. "Come to see my cats?"