She lifted Blackie up in her arms, and the next thing the black cat knew was that she found herself in a basket, with a cover shut tightly over the top.
“Well, this isn’t so very nice,” thought the black cat. “But still if we are going to the country it may be all right. It’s part of the adventure, I suppose.”
Then Blackie felt herself being lifted up and carried along.
“I wonder what is going to happen now?” thought the black cat.
CHAPTER VII
BLACKIE IN A TRAIN
Shut up as she was in the basket, Blackie could see little of what was going on about her, or where she was being carried. There were little cracks in the basket, to be sure, but one can not see much through such cracks, especially when being carried along, and bobbing up and down.
“Oh, dear!” thought Blackie. “This isn’t at all nice. It’s like the time when Arthur and Mabel brought me away from the farm. They put me in a basket then, I remember that very well, though I was only a little kitten.”
Blackie could tell that Mrs. Thompson was carrying the basket, for, every little while the lady would speak to the pet cat.