“If I hit you, you’ll feel it,” cried the little old woman.
“Stop,” exclaimed the big Black Cat. “I know what you are here for. Do you see my eyes? They are as green as grass. Do you see my teeth? They are as strong as iron. Do you see my claws? They are as sharp as needles. If I look at you hard you’ll shiver; if I bite you you’ll squall; if I scratch you you’ll bleed.”
The Grandmother of the Dolls looked at the big Black Cat long and hard.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
“I know you,” replied the Black Cat.
“What is your name?” she asked.
THE GRANDMOTHER OF THE DOLLS AND THE BIG BLACK CAT