“I always feel,” said the pensive little woman, “that there’s something about a dog—A cat hasn’t got it.”
“Yes,” I found myself admitting with great enthusiasm, “there is something. And yet again—”
“Oh! I know there’s something about a cat, too. But it isn’t the same.”
“Not quite the same,” I admitted; “but still it’s something.”
“Ah! But such a different something!”
“More sinuous.”
“Much more.”
“Ever so much more.”
“It makes all the difference, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I said, “all.”