Philip said he didn't; but pretty soon Mrs Pussy came out.
"You didn't get it, did you?" said Alma. "Well, you're fat enough now; you don't need to catch mice."
They stopped to eat their lunch under a clump of trees not very far from a pleasant farm-house. There was a cunning little fat dog lying in front of the house, and as they watched him, up came a bee and lit on his nose.
The little doggy jumped up and barked at the bee; then he sat down and put up his nose in a friendly way, to see what it was.
"Look out, sir!" cried Philip. "You'll get hurt!"
