Yes,--what every one says about your being so beautiful.
But first I must know where to keep my grease-pot.
MISS MOUSE. Then listen--you must keep it, when you have bought it, in the
northwest corner.
[_The Cat runs quickly to the northwest corner._]
MISS MOUSE (_in alarm_). Come away! Come away!
CAT. Why, here is your grease-pot!
MISS MOUSE (_as before_). Come away, I say!
CAT (_looking into the pot_). Truly, the fat is kept hard and cool here.
MISS MOUSE. I pray you come away! Mother does not so much as let me look
into it. 'T is not yet time, she says.
CAT (_looking again into pot_). Exactly!
(_She leaves the pot and joins Miss Mouse._)
'T is just what I'll tell my kittens about my grease-pot when I have bought
it.
MISS MOUSE. Ah, then you have kittens at home?
CAT (_nodding_). Such beautiful kittens! The eldest is white, with brown
marks.
MISS MOUSE. He must be charming!
CAT. I've a mind to tell you his name. First, though, run out to see if
your dear mother is not coming.
[_Miss Mouse nods and runs out. The Cat quickly creeps to the grease-pot
and licks the top off. She crosses to the window just as_ MISS MOUSE
_returns._]
MISS MOUSE. Mother is nowhere to be seen.
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