'I shall have to hunt for my own dinner,' said he.
'But, Dog, they may pray to you again,' said she.
'But I sha'n't have a softer mat to sleep upon, Cat, and as I am rather delicate, that is a consideration.'
PART II.
So the Dog wouldn't go, and the Cat set off by herself to learn how to be happy, and to be all that a Cat could be. It was a fine sunny morning. She determined to try the meadow first, and, after an hour or two, if she had not succeeded, then to go off to the wood. A Blackbird was piping away on a thornbush as if his heart was running over with happiness. The Cat had breakfasted, and so was able to listen without any mixture of feeling. She didn't sneak. She walked boldly up under the bush, and the bird, seeing she had no bad purpose, sate still and sung on.
'Good morning, Blackbird; you seem to be enjoying yourself this fine day.'
'Good morning, Cat.'
'Blackbird, it is an odd question, perhaps. What ought one to do to be as happy as you?'
'Do your duty, Cat.'
'But what is my duty, Blackbird?'