“Tot may next make a bow and say, How is your cousin the Cross-Fox? He is not really a very cross Fox but he is named from his markings.”
“At this very minute little Trot may shout at the top of his lungs,
“We are the kittens who lost our mittens,
Oh, Red Fox, give them to us to-day,
Oh, we are the Kittens who lost our mittens,
But truly Red Fox we’ve not come to stay.”
“You must thank Madam Red Fox when she hands you the mittens.”
Trot went out to get the wheel-barrow for they were going to wheel Mother Catastrophe to the Foxes’ den.
They helped her into the wheel-barrow and went through the woods by the most crooked paths they could find.
Suddenly they all stopped still and Trot said, “What if Madam Red Fox should not be at home?”