bobbing in one window like a big red poppy, and the Captain's gray head in another. The Cat was glad they had seen him.
"Yo' ought to be ashamed of yo's elf," said Susannah, opening the door.
In walked the Cat pleasantly. He had been looking for trouble and he had found it. He was satisfied. He was satisfied even with Susannah. Perhaps this was the trouble she thought was coming. Perhaps not. He didn't care. He could take care of any trouble that dared come along! He went to his saucer. There was no milk in it. Then he was not so well satisfied. But Susannah was busy and paid no attention
