"Poor old fellow!" said Margaret, fondling the big brown head.
"Oh, he's quite happy—bold as a lion and graceful as a panther, and Scamp talks more than enough for the two of them."
"And what a fine big cat you have, Johnnie!" said Miss Penny, and stretched a friendly hand towards Marielihou. "What do you call it?"
"Marrlyou," growled Johnnie; and Marielihou bristled and spat at the advancing white hand, which retired rapidly.
"The nasty beast!" said Miss Penny, and Marielihou glared at her with eyes of scorching green fire.
"Marielihou is not good company for anyone but herself," said Graeme. "Now, where would you like to go?"
"We were up that way before breakfast," said Miss Penny, nodding due north.
"Been to the Coupée yet?"
"No, we've been nowhere except just along here. We were afraid of getting lost or tumbling over the edges."
"Then you must see the Coupée at once. And we'll call at John Philip's as we pass, to get you some shoes."