“I guess not,” agreed Harry. “Come on, we’ll pick up the cakes.”
“Maybe they won’t want any of ’em back, as long as they’ve been on the floor, and we can keep ’em all,” suggested George.
“That would be great!” exclaimed Harry.
So the two boys began to pick up the fallen cakes, but Bunny, Sue and Charlie raced on after the dog and the cat.
However, the chase soon came to an end now. By some mistake Whitefeet darted into a part of the room where there were no tables or chairs under which she could run. It was a corner, and Patter had her cornered there. Seeing nothing ahead of her but solid walls the cat suddenly turned and faced the dog, her back arched higher than ever and her tail bigger than before. Also she began to hiss.
“Look out, Patter! Look out!” cried Bunny. “She’ll scratch your nose!”
“Oh, don’t let his nose be scratched! He’ll bleed!” yelled Sue.
But Patter did not intend to get his nose scratched. He must have known more about cats than either Bunny or Sue supposed. For when he saw that Whitefeet could not run any farther he did not rush up to her and bite her. Instead, he just sat up on his hind legs in front of the cat, as he had sat up when he held the basket for tickets.
“Look at that!” exclaimed Mrs. Jones.
“Did you ever see such a cute, queer dog!” remarked Mrs. Marshall. “He seems to be begging the cat’s pardon.”