“She might,” said the lady decidedly. “Put a cord on her, in case of accidents.”
Still holding me, Anthony went up to a kind of little shop on one side of the building, and bought a collar and chain. Then with me in his arms and leading Mona, he passed through some big gates, and we went alongside the rows of funny little houses on wheels.
I was so glad he had me in his arms. The people pressed and jostled us, but Mona was so big she did not seem to care.
At last Anthony stopped, climbed up some steps, and entered one of the cars as Mona called them.
I saw an open door behind us. Inside, were lovely soft seats, and many persons seated on them; but we did not go in there. Right in front of us was a kind of store-room, or lumber-room, with old trunks and boxes, and some new ones. There were also some bicycles.
“Good-morning, baggage-master,” I heard Anthony say, and a man in his shirt sleeves came toward us. “Where are the rest of our critters?”
The man pointed toward the other end of the car, so we walked on.
“Mew,” said a cat's voice, and there, to my delight, was Serena looking at me through the slats of a box.
“Well, Serena,” I said, “how do you do? I am glad to see a member of my own family again.”
“I am very well,” she replied calmly. “How are you?”