Perhaps the cat had been trained to sit on some boy’s or girl’s shoulder and be carried around the room this way, as I once had a cat do. And after finding out that Patter was not going to harm her, this cat may have thought she was riding on the shoulder of some one.
At any rate, she did not offer to get off the dog’s back, and those at the church fair saw the novel sight of Patter parading around with Whitefeet.
“If we had known he was going to do a trick like that we could have advertised it,” said Mrs. Jones.
“Well, maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t,” said Mrs. Nelson. “If we had, Patter might not have done it or the cat might have scratched him.”
“That’s so,” agreed Mrs. Jones. “Anyhow, Patter was very cute when he held the basket of tickets.”
“And I think we’d better have him do it again,” said Mrs. Nelson. “More people are coming to the fair, and we want them to see what we promised—a dog taking tickets at the door.”
“In that case, we’ll have to get the cat off his back,” remarked Mrs. Jones.
“And we’ll have to straighten up the cake and flower tables,” commented Mrs. Watson. “This place is a sight!”
Indeed, the once orderly room where the church fair was being held was now in confusion, especially where the boys were trying to pick up the scattered cakes. The tossed-about paper flowers had been gathered up, not much the worse for the accident, except the wreath that had fallen about Patter’s neck.
The dog still had this gay ornament on him, and was walking along with one end dragging on the floor while Whitefeet still sat on his back. People crowded around to look at the odd sight.