“If you can count your eyes and nose,
’Tis supper time as I suppose.”
Such a hurrying and scurrying you never saw as the hands of the kitchen clock pointed to six.
The Three Little Kittens had supper on the table and smoking hot, when Old Mother Catastrophe came thump, bump, thump, bump, with her cane, rapping and tapping, with her cane, all the way.
When they told their adventure at supper time Old Mother Catastrophe said,
“First class in Foxes come this way,
And hear what Catastrophe has to say.”
Then she said they would have to learn all about Foxes and go to-morrow to the foxes’ den and get their lost mittens.
Dot and Tot were so scared at the mention of Foxes that they crept under the table but brave little Trot said,
“Dear Mother Catastrophe, old and gray,