finger at him. He could hear her singing:
"Ole Mister Cat, he clumb up a tree.
What yo' want, Cat, starin' at me?
Yo' won't git hurted by a li'l' nice rain,
So when yo' gets tired, jus' yo' climb down again!"
What yo' want, Cat, starin' at me?
Yo' won't git hurted by a li'l' nice rain,
So when yo' gets tired, jus' yo' climb down again!"
The Cat saw it was no use. Susannah did not like him, and he knew very well she had several good reasons for it. He mewed one last mew, just in case she should change her mind. Then he gave her a look, and went down the lilac, headfirst. He knew now he'd have to wait until the Captain came back, but he wouldn't forget Susannah's meanness—not he! He picked his way through the grass, lifting his feet
