"Because I am lost, and I don't know my way home. I guess you would mew if you couldn't find your papa or mamma."
"No," said Susie, "I wouldn't mew, but I would be very much frightened. But why don't you go home?" And Susie sat up and wrinkled her nose, just like water when it bubbles in the tea kettle, for that was the way she smelled, and she wanted to see if she could smell danger.
"How can I go home when I don't know the way?" asked the white kitten.
"Which way did you come in here?"
"If I knew that, I would know which way to go back home," the pussy replied, and the large tears, one in each eye, fell out and dropped on the ground, while two more came into her eyes.
"Are you crying because you are lost?" asked Susie.
"Of course. Wouldn't you?"
"Perhaps," answered Susie. "But you see I never was lost. I can always smell my way home, no matter how far off I go," and she wiggled her nose so fast that it made the kittie quite cross-eyed to watch it, and being cross-eyed made pussy sneeze. Then the pussy felt better.
"Can you show me the way home?" asked the kittie of Susie.