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.

Of course you can bring the cat if you feel like it, but I shouldn't if I were you." "I'll only take her in for a minute." Timmy felt just a little sorry Radmore had refused to bring Puff along, for he was well aware that a cat is never so fierce as when she imagines she is defending her young.
They went off together, Radmore in front, Timmy, hugging Josephine, behind.