“I may even stop in a house some day, and get milk,” the black cat said to herself.
Out in the yard she went, close to the fence.
“Meow!” called Blackie to Speckle. “Come on out; I want to speak to you.”
“What is it?” asked the gray cat, sticking his head up over the fence.
“I’m going to run away,” answered Blackie. “Don’t you want to come along?”
“My goodness! Run away!” exclaimed Speckle. “So you have made up your mind, have you?”
“Yes, I’m going. Will you come?”
“Hum! No, I think not,” Speckle said slowly. “I don’t believe I’ll run away to-day. You see I have hardly gotten to know all the cats around here yet. I’ll wait a while. But don’t let me keep you from running if you really want to go.”
“Yes, I do want to go,” Blackie said. “Perhaps when I come back I may be able to jump a fence as well as you, and I may do the standing on my hind legs trick that Arthur tried to teach me.”
“Perhaps,” said Speckle. “Well, good luck to you!”