“Tell me about them,” begged Flop Ear, and Blackie did. I have not room for them here, but if you will get the book called “Blackie, a Lost Cat; Her Many Adventures,” you may read about them for yourself.
“I like you,” said Flop Ear, as Blackie finished her story. “I thought at first, when you told me you were a cat, that you might bite me.”
“Oh, no indeed! I wouldn’t bite a rabbit,” Blackie said.
“That’s what Don, the runaway dog, said,” returned the bunny.
“What! Do you know him?” asked the black cat. “Why, he is a friend of mine.”
“I am glad to know that,” cried Flop Ear. “Don was very good to me. He let me take cabbage.”
“Yes, Don is a good dog, even if he did run away.”
“I know Squinty, the Comical Pig, too,” went on Flop Ear. “Do you know him?”
“Well, I may have met him,” Blackie said. “But I do not now just remember. I have had so many things happen to me on my travels that I can not remember them all. You never met Dido, the dancing bear; did you?”