Then Whitefeet seemed to have done her trick long enough. For, with a gentle “meow” she leaped down to the floor, though she did not try to run away. Patter turned, looked at her and barked a little as if inviting her to get on his back once more, but Whitefeet would not do this.
“I’m going to take that kittie home!” declared Sue, as she picked Whitefeet up in her arms. The kitten did not seem to mind, and as no one else claimed the pet Sue was allowed to keep her.
“We’ll have her ride around on Patter’s back when we get up our show,” said Bunny.
“That will be great!” exclaimed Charlie Star. “Lots of people will come to see that.”
“Bunny, do you think you could make your dog hold the ticket basket again?” asked Mrs. Jones.
“Oh, yes’m!” said Bunny. “I’ll take these flowers off and——”
“No, leave the wreath on him,” suggested Mrs. Jones. “It looks cute. That is, if he’ll let it stay.”
“Oh, he doesn’t seem to mind it,” said Bunny. “Come on, Patter,” he called. “You have to be ticket-taker again.”
Patter seemed to have had enough of riding Whitefeet on his back, at least for a time, so the trick dog willingly went with Bunny to the door and again sat up on his hind legs, the wreath of paper flowers around his neck, holding in his mouth the basket into which people dropped tickets.
The room, which had been upset by the dog and cat chase, was put in order, the flower table being prettily arranged again. As for the cakes—well, some of them were sadly broken.