Before I could answer her Slyboots came trotting up. She seemed unusually excited for her. “What's this I hear about going back to Boston?” she said.
We told her what we had heard, and I said, “Don't you want to go?”
She shuddered as she said, “I hate the train.”
“Do you want to stay here?” asked Joker.
“Wouldn't be square,” she said firmly. “I'm the Denvilles' cat and I've got to stick it out with them.”
“They'll always be good to you,” said Aunt Tabby. “You can trust those people.”
Slyboots looked at me. “Is Serena going to live with us?” she said.
“I suppose so,” I replied in surprise. “I have never asked her.”
“You just go find out,” she said. “I guess she'll jar you.”
I fled up-stairs to the veranda. Serena was lying with half-shut eyes, and occasionally glancing up into the blue sky seen through the tree-tops.