those little things. I always use hot ink, myself, in the winter. Very few people ever think of that! Yet how simple it is!"
"Yes, it's very simple," Sylvle said politely. "Has the cat had enough?" This was to Bruno, who had brought back the saucer only half-emptied.
But Bruno did not hear the question. "There's somebody scratching at the door and wanting to come in," he said. And he scrambled down off his chair, and went and cautiously peeped out through the door-way.
"Who was it wanted to come in?" Sylvie asked, as he returned to his place.
"It were a Mouse," said Bruno. "And it peepted in. And it saw the Cat. And it said 'I'll come in another day.' And I said 'Oo needn't be flightened. The Cat's welly kind to Mouses.' And it said 'But I's got some imporkant business, what I must attend to.' And it said 'I'll call again to-morrow.' And it said 'Give my love to the Cat.'"
"What a fat cat it is!" said the Lord Chancellor, leaning across the Professor to address his small neighbour. "It's quite a wonder!"
