Mary Frances took the hint, and went into the cabin.
She tidied her hair, and put on a fresh ribbon, and when she went on deck, she took her pocket mirror with her.
VI
THE OLD WITCH AND THE IRON-CHAIN CURTAIN
“ARE my whiskers straight? Is my fur smooth? Is my face clean, please?” asked the cat without stopping, as soon as he saw her.
“You may see for yourself,” said Mary Frances, holding the pocket mirror before him.
“Ah,” he said, giving a sigh of relief. “I look absolutely scrubbed; I guess I’ll do!”
“Dear me!” said Mary Frances. “I do wonder how it will seem. Isn’t this a beautiful place? But I wonder why it looks so misty around the island. Can’t we ask the dolphin?”
“I guess we’d better not,” said the cat. “You see, a pilot doesn’t like to be questioned.”