XXII
THE FLOUR BARREL
MISS KITTY CAT took her paw off Moses Mouse, after giving him a sharp nip to warn him not to try to run away.
"Ouch!" Moses squeaked. And then, when he felt himself free, he picked up the hit of cheese that he had dropped upon the pantry floor. But he was shaking with fear.
He shook so hard that he couldn"t balance the cheese on the end of his nose. It tumbled off at once and he turned quickly to get it. Miss Kitty Cat turned with him. And while she was turning, Moses Mouse turned back again and jumped behind a flour barrel.
She sprang after him. But the barrel stood so near the wall that there was only a small s.p.a.ce behind it. It was wide enough for Moses Mouse to slip through; but it was entirely too narrow for Miss Kitty Cat. And Moses Mouse waited just beyond reach of her paw.
She ran around the barrel, only to find that Moses had crawled back through the opening and was watching her with his beady little eyes.
Miss Kitty Cat was almost frantic. She hurried around the barrel again, and saw that Moses Mouse had repeated his trick. He needed only to move the length of his tail, while she had to whisk all the way around the fat flour barrel.
"This will never do," Miss Kitty thought, as she peered through the crack at Moses Mouse, while she paused to get her breath. And as she stared at him, an idea popped into her head. It seemed such a good idea that Miss Kitty Cat decided to act upon it at once.
So she wheeled and started off again, as if to run around the barrel once more. But when she had whisked half way around it she turned and hurried back again.
She had expected to surprise Mr. Moses Mouse on the wrong side of the crack. And to her astonishment, he wasn"t there. He wasn"t anywhere in sight.
"Goodness me!" Miss Kitty Cat wailed. "There must have been something wrong with my idea."
There wasn"t. It had merely happened that Moses Mouse had had an idea of his own.
"I don"t want to stay dodging here the rest of the night," he had said to himself. "The next time Miss Snooper makes a trip around the barrel I"m going to run up the side of it and trust to luck."
That was exactly what he did. Once on top of the barrel, Moses Mouse leaped to a shelf. He crept along the shelf until he came to the pantry window. Now, Mrs. Green had left the window slightly open. And Moses Mouse darted out of doors and half jumped, half tumbled, to the ground.
He knew how he could get to his nest quickly enough, through a certain c.h.i.n.k in the cellar wall.
Miss Kitty Cat soon decided that she had lost Moses Mouse again.
"Dear me!" she sighed. "What wretched luck I"m having to-night! I declare, it"s a sad home-coming for me."
Meanwhile Mr. Moses Mouse was having a most merry time. Mrs. Mouse made a great fuss over him. And that was exactly what he liked.
XXIII
A SECRET
MISS KITTY CAT was behaving in the strangest manner. She came into the kitchen and hovered about the feet of Farmer Green"s wife, mewing and looking up at Mrs. Green as if she had something special to tell her.
"What is it, Kitty?" Mrs. Green asked her. "Are you hungry?"
But Miss Kitty Cat soon showed that she wasn"t hungry, for she wouldn"t touch anything that Mrs. Green offered her.
"Well, you"ll have to run away, anyhow," Mrs. Green told her. "I can"t take a step with you right under my feet."
Though Miss Kitty Cat trotted towards the door, she soon made it plain that she didn"t intend to leave the kitchen unless her mistress went with her. She came back and twitched Mrs. Green"s ap.r.o.n gently with her claws. Then she ran to the doorway again and called to Mrs. Green.
It seemed to Miss Kitty Cat that she couldn"t have said more clearly that she wanted to lead Mrs. Green somewhere. But still Mrs. Green didn"t quite understand.
"Scat!" she cried, just a bit impatiently. "I"ve too much to do to be bothered this morning. I suppose you"ve caught a mouse and want to show it to me. You"ll have to bring it here, for I haven"t any time to waste to-day."
Miss Kitty Cat felt somewhat hurt. She went out and sat on the doorstep and looked in at Farmer Green"s wife. Now and then she gave a plaintive mew. But Mrs. Green wouldn"t pay any attention to her.
"Dear me!" said Miss Kitty. "Mrs. Green is busier than ever this morning."
Old dog Spot had been watching Miss Kitty"s actions. And now, as she started towards the barn, he sidled up to her, wagging his tail to show her that he wanted to have a few friendly words with her.
"If Mrs. Green won"t come with you, I"ll be glad to," he offered. "Just lead the way and I"ll follow."
"You?" Miss Kitty Cat exclaimed with scorn. "You needn"t think I"d take you where I want Mrs. Green to come. You needn"t think I"d show you what I want her to see."
"Ho!" cried old Spot. "I don"t know how you"re going to stop me from following you."
"I do," said Miss Kitty firmly. "If you try to tag along after me where I"m going I"ll soon make you wish you had minded your own affairs."
There was a look in her eyes that old Spot did not like. It reminded him of the time when he cornered Miss Kitty in the barn, soon after she arrived at the farm. He remembered that his nose still bore the marks of her sharp claws.
"Well, well!" he said. "I was only joking. I"m too busy to bother with you, anyhow. I have a little matter to attend to in the pasture. There"s a Woodchuck up there that"s getting too bold."
Then he trotted off, trying to look as important as possible, so that no one would think he was afraid of Miss Kitty Cat.
"Good!" Miss Kitty cried, as she watched him while he started up the lane.
"I"m glad he"s out of the way. It would be awkward if I had to fight him while I"m doing what I"m going to do."
XXIV
FIVE IN A BASKET
"WELL, if you"re not bothering me again!" Farmer Green"s wife exclaimed.
Miss Kitty Cat had come up behind her and brushed against her, asking at the same time with her most polite mew if Mrs. Green wouldn"t please turn around.