But Fortune favors the industrious who watch their chances; and one evening Erebus came bicycling swiftly up to the cats' home, and cried: "As I came over Long Ridge I saw Sir James Morgan poaching old Glazebrook's water!" The Terror did not cease from carefully considering the kitten in his hands, for he was making a selection to send to Rowington market.
"Are you sure ?" he said calmly.

"It's a long way from the ridge to the stream." "Not for my eyes!" said Erebus with some measure of impatience in her tone.

"I'm quite sure that it was Sir James; and I'm quite sure that it was old Glazebrook's meadow.

Lend me your handkerchief." The handkerchief that the Terror lent her might have easily been of a less pronounced gray; but Erebus mopped her beaded brow with it in a perfect content.

She had ridden home as fast as she could ride with her interesting news.
"I wish I'd seen him too," said the Terror thoughtfully.
"It's quite enough for me to have seen him!" said Erebus with some heat.
"It would be better if we'd both seen him," said the Terror firmly.
"It's such beastly cheek his poaching himself after taking no notice of our letter!" said Erebus indignantly.
"Yes, it is," said the Terror.
She went on to set forth the enormity of the conduct of their neighbor at considerable length.