"Oh, you naughty, miserable cats! Come right straight down out of that tree this minute!"
"Oh, yes, we will be right down when we get good and ready," meowed Button.
"We are very comfortable up here, so you two better play with your dolls as we intend to spend the rest of the day up here," meowed Bella.
"You miserable cats, you! If I had hold of you, I'd pull your tails, so I would!" called Nellie.
"Better wait until you do get hold of us before you tell what you will do to us," meowed back Button.
"Let us throw green apples up at them and make them come down," suggested Kittie.
"All right. Let's do!"
"They make me laugh," said Button. "Neither one of them could hit the side of a barn even if they aimed at it. To try to hit us up here is perfectly ridiculous."
"I bet they hit themselves," meowed Bella. "Here they come with their aprons full of apples."
The girls began to throw the apples up in the tree but they could not even throw high enough to hit the limb on which the cats sat. And presently an apple came down and hit Kittie on the head.