“Never,” said Weejums, in horror; “I am treated as one of the family.”
“Alas,” said the barn cat sadly, thinking of his own life.
“But I’ve run away so far that I don’t know how to get back, and fear that I shall never see my dear little kittens again.” And Weejums began to weep.
“Their age?” asked the barn cat, briefly.
“Two weeks,”
“Most unfortunate. I must try and find your home for you. Remain here in the soapbox until I return, and if any strange cat molests you, say but the two words, ‛Torn-nose,’ and he will disappear.”
Weejums promised, and the barn cat slipped out so quietly that she scarcely saw him go. But all the boys and dogs were gone now, so she did not mind being left alone.
“HE WAS NATURALLY INELEGANT IN HIS LANGUAGE”