“Wow! Yow! Yip! Yee!” howled the dog, and he stood still and barked hard at Blackie, but did not come near enough to bite her.
“Hiss! Hiss!” went the black cat.
“Wow! Yip!” howled the dog, and then he was so frightened that he turned around and ran up the stoop.
CHAPTER XI
BLACKIE IS SAD
“That’s the time I scared a dog!” said Blackie to herself, laughing. For she had not hurt him, and she had stopped him from biting her, which was a good thing. I suppose it would be nicer if dogs and cats were more friendly, but they never seem to be that way—at least not very often.
Then Blackie saw something strange. Up on the stoop was what seemed to be a little baby girl, lying down. The dog ran up to the baby and began barking at her.
“My goodness!” said Blackie. “He’ll bite the child, that dog will. That must not be! I’ll stop him. I’m not afraid of him.”
Up the stoop ran Blackie. The dog was barking so hard at the baby that he did not see nor hear Blackie. She went close up behind him, and cried, in cat and dog language: