"That grows upon the tall trees you see scattered about. We climb the bread-trees every day and gather fresh loaves."
"Don't you catch mice?" asked Dot.
"Mercy, no!" replied Snowball, in a horrified voice. "Do you suppose mice would be foolish enough to come into a Valley of Pussycats?"
"No, I suppose not," replied the girl; "but I always thought pussys liked mice."
"I have never seen the horrid animals," returned the white cat; "but there is a tradition in the Valley that some of our forefathers found mice here at one time and quickly destroyed them. They may have eaten them, for all I know; no one can be certain what his forefathers did. But none of us now living here has ever eaten anything but bread and milk, of that I am positive."
"It's such nice bread and milk," said Dot, "that I should think you would prefer it to anything else."
"We do, for there's nothing else to prefer," was the answer.
After dinner the kittens washed their faces carefully and then all of them, accompanied by Dot, left the room and walked to King Felis' house where they found Tot and the Queen surrounded by a crowd of pussys.
"Oh, Dot!" cried Tot, when he saw the girl. "I held the gray kittens after dinner, an' never dropped 'em once!"