“Is there any danger in it?” says I.
“Plenty,” says Catty, as satisfied as a cat with a dish of cream.
“Then,” says I, “you can get right to work thinking up another one. What I want is something nice and safe—and comfortable.”
“Keep still,” says Catty, “or I won’t let you be in it.”
“That,” says I, “just suits me. I wish I hadn’t been allowed to be in this.”
“It’ll take nerve,” says Catty, “and daring.”
“Just out of both,” says I. “Find one with food in it.”
CHAPTER XIX
We didn’t talk much for a while, but I could see Catty was thinking hard. He kind of wriggled around and squirmed quite a bit, and then he says:
“I can get you all loose any time you want me to.”