- portant news for you. I made believe
asleep just now, and heard a thing or two. The rats know exactly what you're plotting, for they set a spy to listen to your conversation this morning. They know you're going to try to get that girl here, and they're going to stop it if they can, because she fed the little gray kitten."
"I'd like to see 'em do it," said the barn-cat.
"They can annoy you, though, in a great many ways," said Major; "and, to tell the truth, I'm afraid they're going to plot against the gray kitten. They all seemed full of spite against her."
"I'd like to see 'em touch a hair of her head!" exclaimed the barn-cat ferociously.
"Here comes that dear child, Posy, with your breakfast," said Major, as Posy appeared, carrying a plate and followed by Tom with a saucer of milk.
