“Are you ready now, Mr. Mus?” she asked.
“Not yet,” said Mus.
By and by Tabby knocked loudly on the door.
“I am coming in now, Mr. Mus,” said she.
“Very well; come in if you like,” said Mus; but he did not open the door.
So Tabby tried and tried to open the door.
Then she tried to push down the house. Then she tried to make Mus come out. At last she told Mus just what she thought of him.
This did not trouble Mus at all. He had curled himself up in a snug corner of his house and was fast asleep.