“Milk, milk, I sniff milk,” squeaked Mrs. Whiskers, and she began to drink up every drop she could find, while poor Mr. Whiskers sat and cried because he could not find any.
But he soon dried his tears when they got to the scrap heap, where they ate till they were like little round barrels.
Meanwhile, Silly Billy had told the kittens of a lovely plate of food, outside the kennel where Jack lived.
And the foolish kittens hurried to it, and began to eat as fast as they could.
Out of his kennel came Jack, with a mighty shout, which sent the kittens rolling over with fright. They never tried to eat Jack's dinner again, and it was a long time before they quite forgave Silly Billy for being so silly.
Nora Pitt-Taylor.
