This was just what Patter wanted for now he could chase the little cat as much as he liked, and he raced after her as fast as he could run. In and out among the chairs and tables ran Patter, barking and whining, so eager he was to catch Whitefeet, which was the cat’s name.
But Whitefeet did not want to be caught. She, also, ran in and out among the tables and chairs, her back slightly arched up and her tail fluffed out and as big as a small sausage.
Men and women, boys and girls rushed here and there after the dog and the kitten, calling to them, screaming and shouting.
“Patter! Patter! Come here! Stop it!” cried Bunny. He had picked up the basket his trick dog had been holding in his mouth to collect the tickets those coming to the fair had dropped into it. As for the tickets, they were scattered all over the room. “Patter, stop it! Come here!” cried Bunny again and again.
But though the dog generally minded very well, this time he did not mind. He paid no attention to Bunny Brown or to Sue. For Sue also called to her pet.
“Something must be done!” cried Mrs. Jones, one of the ladies managing the affair. “Won’t some one catch that dog?”
“Somebody ought to catch the cat, and then the dog would stop running,” said Mrs. Star. “Don’t try to catch your dog, Bunny,” she went on. “See if you can’t get the cat!”
“I’ll try, yes’m,” said Bunny.
“Chase the cat out of the window,” called some one else.
“Whose cat is it, anyhow?” asked Bunker Blue. He had been sent to the church fair by Mr. Brown, and Bunker was to help dish out the ice cream and do things like that.