“All right. I am sorry to have you go,” Don said, “for I have come to like you very much.”
“And I like you,” Blackie spoke politely.
“I never knew how nice cats were before,” went on the dog. “And if you meet Tum Tum, the elephant, or Dido, the dancing bear, on your journey give them my love.”
“I shall,” said the cat.
Then she told Don good-by, and the two rubbed noses together, and Blackie started over the fields and through the woods.
She had so many adventures that I can not get them all in this book, but I will mention a few before I come to the big adventure by which Blackie finally found her home again.
Once as she was sleeping in the woods she heard a hissing noise like a steam radiator, and she jumped up in time to see a big snake crawling along, his tongue going in and out as fast as anything.
“Oh!” exclaimed Blackie. “Are you going to bite me?”
“No, indeed!” answered the snake. “I don’t bite cats unless they scratch me, and you haven’t done that. I am on my way to find a hen’s nest.”
“Are you going to bite a chicken?” asked Blackie.