“I wish I could find the box,” mewed Blackie. “I don’t care for jewelry myself, though I like a red ribbon tied on my neck, as the little girl sometimes ties it. But if I could find the box of jewelry it would make Millie and her grandmother happy.”
“I wish I could help you,” said Toto. “But I don’t know where the box is. But tell me about Don. Have you seen him lately? He wanted to catch the tramps.”
“No, I haven’t seen Don for some time,” explained Blackie. “He lives in another house with a boy, and sometimes this boy comes to see Millie’s grandmother. The old lady is his grandmother, too. Don and I are good friends.”
“He is a nice dog,” said Toto. “Well, as long as I have cut down this tree I may as well eat some of the bark. Will you have some?”
“No, thank you,” answered Blackie. “I don’t eat bark, I drink milk.”
“Bark is better,” said the beaver. “But I suppose it wouldn’t do for us all to eat the same thing. There wouldn’t be enough. Now, do you know your way home?”
“Oh, yes, I can find my way back across the fields to the house where I live,” said the cat. “I hope the tramps don’t come again. But call and see me sometime.”
“Thank you,” answered Toto. “I will. But I don’t go out in the fields much. It is safer for us beavers in the woods near the water.”
“I don’t like water,” said the black cat. “But thank you once more for getting me down out of the tree. I’ll tell Don, the next time I see him, how kind you are to me.”
“Remember me to him,” begged Toto.