“Now mind,” I said warningly, “I’m not stuck-up. I love all kinds of people, but for choice give me the rich. They’re so clean, and have so many comforts.”
“I guess you’re right,” she said bitterly. “I wish I had your pluck. I’d like to go home-seeking too.”
“Come along,” I said with a laugh. “I’ll take you.”
She shrank back against the wall, till she looked like a pancake, and drew in her breath. “I’d never dare.”
“If you never dare, you never accomplish anything,” I said.
“But even if I dared,” she said persistently, “how could a cat get through these crowded streets, away up to Mount Vernon?”
“Oh! I don’t know,” I said, “but in your case, I’d do something. There’s always a way out of trouble.”
“Well now, just suppose you’re a cat, and in my place, what would you do?”
“Do those people who stole you, ever motor back in that same direction?”