"Very well, I won't touch it," decided the kitten; "but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting."
The kitten did not reply.
"Do you mean my kitten must be put in a grave?" asked Dorothy.
The kitten will not come.
By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, and by a certain coyness and reserve of manner, she reminded one of a pretty, half-grown kitten which promises to become a beautiful little cat.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
In turn the Wizard and the children, the horse and the kitten, examined the Gargoyles with the same silent attention.
Don Felix de Azara wrote of one which he kept on a chain that it was "as gentle and playful as any kitten could be."
She squeezed the kitten, though, until it screeched; and then the old cab-horse made several curious sounds that led the little girl to suspect he was laughing at them all.
There are certain things proper for a kitten to eat; but I never heard of a kitten eating a pig, under ANY cir'stances.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
Even the kitten gave a dreadfully shrill scream and at the same time Jim the cab-horse neighed loudly.
When Eureka's captor had thrown the kitten after the others the last Gargoyle silently disappeared, leaving our friends to breathe freely once more.
They all looked around, but the kitten was no place to be seen.
"No they won't," said the voice of the kitten, and Eureka herself crawled over the edge of the platform and sat down quietly upon the floor.
That is, if the kitten will show me where they are.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
Her left foot found the first shallow step, and she took another step back, her eyes pinned on the second kitten running along the table.
"I'm not cruel," replied the kitten, yawning.
"Don't worry," Dorothy murmured, soothingly, "I'll not let the kitten hurt you."
The cab-horse, who never slept long at a time, sat upon his haunches and watched the tiny piglets and the kitten with much approval.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
"You must be very quiet," warned the kitten; "for if you make the least noise the Gargoyles will wake up.
"I simply can't describe 'em," answered the kitten, shuddering.
"Almost on earth isn't being there," said the kitten, in a discontented tone.
One moment Dorothy sat beside them with the kitten in her lap, and a moment later the horse, the piglets, the Wizard and the boy were all that remained in the underground prison.
She nestled herself comfortably in Dorothy's lap until the kitten gave a snarl of jealous anger and leaped up with a sharp claw fiercely bared to strike Billina a blow.
But the little girl gave the angry kitten such a severe cuff that it jumped down again without daring to scratch.
"You have queer friends, seems to me," replied the kitten, in a surly tone.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
So Dorothy ran to her room and found the kitten under the bed.
The blue eyes -and the white coat of the kitten indicate that the Siamese breed is a semi-albino, which when adult tends towards melanism, such a combination of characters being apparently unknown in any other animal.
Carmen lowered the kitten so that Destiny could reach her.
The kitten pushed her head into Destiny's hand and began a loud purr.
It was only fair that she let the children name the kitten, since Alex had named the puppy for them.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
"Hello, kitten," he said in his thick accent.
Stepping cautiously from one foot to the other she ran like a kitten the few steps to the door and grasped the cold door handle.
"I named my kitten that because I found it," she explained.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.