“What is that?” I mewed.
“My check,” said Mona. “Mr. Denville has to pay for me.”
At that moment, I heard Mary's voice in distress, “Black-Face, Black-Face, where are you?”
I ran back to her, and Mrs. Denville looked down at me. “You should have had your cat put in a box or basket, Mary.”
“Oh, mamma, can't she go in the car with me?”
“No, dear, it is breaking rules, and she will be happy in the baggage car with the other creatures. Serena is there, and Dolly, and the canaries, and Mona is just going. Anthony will ride with them.”
She put up a finger, and Anthony who was now leading Mona by a chain, came near.
“Take this cat,” said Mrs. Denville, “and put a collar and string of some kind on her.”
I sprang into Anthony's arms. I did not wish to be tied.
“She is a good little thing, ma'am,” said Anthony. “I don't think she would bolt.”