"Timmy and I spirited her away," he went on, "to a cat's paradise where
she's going to be kept under observation."
"Won't Dr. O'Farrell be very angry?"
"I don't think he'll mind as much as he'll pretend to. The moment he was
told about her kittens he knew that the cat wasn't mad at all."
"The person who will be angry," exclaimed Betty, "is Mrs. Crofton! I
thought it horribly cruel of her to say what she did last night."
"It was rather vindictive," he said reflectively. "On the other hand, you
must remember that she'd had an awful shock. I don't wonder she felt
angry with Josephine, eh?" He looked a little quizzically, a little
deprecatingly, over at Betty.
"Still it seemed so--so unnecessary that she should _ask_ for the cat to
be killed." Betty was now bustling about the kitchen with a heightened
colour.
Radmore poured out a cup of tea. "Now then," he said, "do come and sit
down quietly, and take your tea, Betty." Rather to his surprise, she
meekly obeyed.
Presently she asked him, "But why have you got up so early?"
And then he told her the story of his and Timmy's night expedition,
ending up with: "I intend going round to Dr. O'Farrell's house about
eight o'clock.
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