She flew on the hall table, and putting up her back till it almost lifted her feet from the ground, began to spit at me and bristle with rage.
"Poor Lolo," said Mrs.Wood, going up to her.

"Joe is a good dog, and not like Bruno.

He won't hurt you." I wagged myself about a little, and looked kindly at her, but she did nothing but say bad words to me.

It was weeks and weeks before I made friends with that cat.

She was a young thing, and had known only one dog, and he was a bad one, so she supposed all dogs were like him.
There was a number of rooms opening off the hall, and one of them was the dining room where they had tea.