“Here, Blackie! Blackie!” called Mrs. Thompson, from the back step. “It’s time for your dinner. Come and get it!”
“Excuse me,” said Blackie to the yellow cat. “I have to go now. I’ll see you this afternoon.”
That afternoon, and several other times later, on different days, Blackie and Topaz met on the back fence and talked. Blackie was getting to like it more and more in her new home. But still she was thinking that she did not have adventures enough.
[Whenever he saw her he barked and growled, and tried to break his chain to get loose.]
Every once in a while she would get up on the fence to look at the big dog, and [whenever he saw her he barked and growled, and tried to break his chain to get loose]. But he could not.
One day something new happened to Blackie. Mrs. Thompson had been very busy packing trunks and getting ready to go to the country. And this day she said:
“Come, Blackie. If you are going to travel with me I must put you in a traveling basket, so I can take you on the train.”