I did smell, and discovered a large, young cat—a queer-looking fellow, apparently all white, standing with one side pressed against the wall.
His eyes were shut, and his expression was most peculiar.
“He has probably never seen an Angora before,” remarked Serena.
“If he is frightened of us, what would he do if he saw a thoroughbred, with still longer hair?” I replied.
“Hush, Black-Face,” responded Serena, “up here where common country cats don't know much, I am going to be out and out thoroughbred.”
“Are you?” I said. “Well, I am not.”
“You shall be,” she responded angrily.
“I shall not,” I said firmly.
“Why not, dear?” she asked, suddenly growing calm.
“Because mother told me never to lie, and because I know if we do we are sure to be found out.”