“Say! they’re all in this old basket,” said Agnes. “Can’t I carry them just as they are?”
She picked the basket up. Old Sandy-face just “mewed” a little, but did not offer to jump out.
“Oh!” gasped Agnes. “They’re heavy.”
“You couldn’t carry them all that way. And if Sandy saw a dog——”
“Maybe I’ll have to blindfold her?” suggested Agnes.
“Put her in a bag!” cried Myra.
“But that seems so cruel!”
“I know. She might smother,” admitted Myra.
“Goodness me!” said Agnes, briskly, “if we’re going to have a cat, I don’t want one that will always be afraid of me because I popped her into a bag. Besides, a cat is a dignified creature, and doing a thing like that would hurt her feelings. Don’t you think so?”
“I guess Sandy-face wouldn’t like it,” agreed Myra, laughing at Agnes’ serious speech and manner.