She purred for a time, then trustfully fell asleep.

'Twas well she slumbered; she would need all her powers presently.
She slumbered, and dreamed not that she would wake to mingle with events that were to alter her serene disposition radically and cause her to become hasty-tempered and abnormally suspicious for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, Penrod appeared to reach a doubtful solution of his problem.
His expression was still somewhat clouded as he brought from the storeroom of the stable a small fragment of a broken mirror, two paint brushes and two old cans, one containing black paint and the other white.

He regarded himself earnestly in the mirror; then, with some reluctance, he dipped a brush into one of the cans, and slowly painted his nose a midnight black.

He was on the point of spreading this decoration to cover the lower part of his face, when he paused, brush halfway between can and chin.
What arrested him was a sound from the alley--a sound of drumming upon tin.

The eyes of Penrod became significant of rushing thoughts; his expression cleared and brightened.