“I’m not afraid of being hurt—a little!—a good deal!” cried Odu. “But I should not like scratches in the dark! The giants say the cat-woman has claw-feet all over her house!”
“I am taking the princess to her,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because she is her friend.”
“How can she be good then?”
“Little Tumbledown is a friend of the princess,” I answered; “so is Luva: I saw them both, more than once, trying to feed her with grapes!”
“Little Tumbledown is good! Luva is very good!”
“That is why they are her friends.”
“Will the cat-woman—I mean the woman that isn’t the cat-woman, and has no claws to her toes—give her grapes?”
“She is more likely to give her scratches!”