"Which way did the fox go?" asked Mr. Slipper-Slopper.
"Up the hill," said Puss.
"Where's my gun?" asked Mr. Slipper-Slopper, turning to his wife.
"Why, don't you remember, John?" she replied. "You lent it to old Neighbor Jones last week."
"So I did," said Mr. Slipper-Slopper. "Too bad!"
"Well, I'm going after him, anyway," cried Mr. Slipper-Slopper, picking up the broom. "If I catch him I'll hit him a whopper!"
"You wouldn't hit an old man like Neighbor Jones?" cried Mrs. Slipper-Slopper excitedly.
"No——the fox," cried Mr. Slipper-Slopper. "I mean the fox."
"You'd better put on your boots," said his wife. "You can't go in your slippers."