At that moment Cook went for the cream and seeing the cats started angrily forward, shoo-ing and scat-ing with great vigour.
When after a wild exit the cats at last seated themselves up on a high fence they paused a moment to get their breath again. Then the stranger smiled—he actually grinned!
"I should judge you don't always have such a dinner as that!" He spoke pleasantly, but Pan looked sheepish.
"By Whiskers!" he muttered, his mind's eye still seeing Cook's vulgar, flapping apron strings; "I should think not!"
"Thanks, just the same—more," said the visitor jumping down.
"Don't mention it," politely answered the host and hostess. "Come again!"
