He need not have been afraid, for as he slowly opened the door at the
bottom of the stairs, Betty exclaimed, "I'm going into the drawing-room
after all! But first I must run upstairs and make myself tidy. You two go
on, and I'll follow as soon as I can."
She ran past Timmy, and at once the boy said firmly to Radmore, "I'm
going to take my cat, Josephine, into the drawing-room. Ladies who hate
dogs nearly always like cats."
"I don't think Mrs. Crofton cares for cats," answered Radmore carelessly.
"Oh, yes, she does--and the other day she said The Trellis House was
overrun with mice. Betty thinks it would be a very good home for one of
Josephine's new kittens."
Even while he was speaking, the big white cat had left her basket and was
walking round her master, purring. He stooped down and lifted her up.
"If Mrs. Crofton sees Josephine, she will simply long to have one of her
kittens! Will you bring along the white one, Godfrey--the one we call
Puff? We do so want to find him a good home."
Radmore walked across to where the big basket stood on the floor, and
peered into it dubiously: "Why, Timmy, they're tiny! Poor little
wretches! I wouldn't dream of bringing one of them along--it would be
sheer cruelty.
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