But Pussy, trusting in the honour of Mr. Paul, would not believe a word, and it was only after a great deal of persuasion that she was induced to jump over the wall and listen.
EAVES-DROPPERS.
Mr. Paul and Mrs. Daw were still courting, and the Parrot was trying, by coaxing the old lady, to find out how much she was worth, and where all her treasures were hid. Indeed Mrs. Daw was just on the point of telling him her secret, when Tittums, unable to contain herself, rushed at Mr. Paul and scratched his face.
“Oh, you bad Parrot!” she said; “did you not promise to marry me, and take me to your golden palace?”
“Golden palace!” screamed Mrs. Daw: “why, you wicked bird, that’s what you promised me. Stay, ma’am, what did he say besides?—did he promise you any bread and milk, or any Barcelona nuts?”
“Yes, he did—he did—he did,” continued the Cat, scratching and clawing the false, faithless Parrot as she spoke.
“Well,” said Pussy, now fairly exhausted, “I hope you are satisfied: if ever you come near our house again, I’ll scratch out every feather you have on your back;” and so she left him, taking Fido with her, who, in spite of his general good nature and the Parrot’s rage, could not resist giving him two or three sharp bites.
THE PARROT EXPOSED.