This page has been validated.
She sat there all night; her green cat's eyes peered into the dark.
Once there was a noise like a cat in the distance; could it be Winkiepeeps? Kitty mewed, but there was no answer.
It was very sad; but Miss Kitty ought not to have gone out on the sly, poaching. It served her right.
It seemed plain she would have to remain in the trap till the person who had set it let her out. And when he arrived—it was Mr. Tod the fox.
50
