I shrank away from him with my lip curling, and I uttered a peculiar

"Ugh!"

"All right!" he said gruffly. "They're stunning."

To prove his assertion he went on eating rapidly without paying any

further heed to me, throwing the shells over his head, and ending by

screwing the paper up tightly that contained the salt.

Then he sprang up and faced me; took two or three steps in my direction,

and made a spring as if to jump right on to me.

Naturally enough I gave way, and he darted out of the shed and dashed

down between two rows of trees, to be out of sight directly, for I did

not give chase.

"He can talk," I said to myself as I went on down the garden thinking of

the snails, and that Shock was something like the wild boy of whom I had

once read.

But soon the various objects in the great garden made me forget Shock,

for the men were at work, hoeing, digging, and planting, and I was

beginning to feel uncomfortable and to think that Old Brownsmith would

be annoyed if he found me idle, when he came down one of the walks,

followed by his cats, and laid his hand upon my shoulder.

"Better?" he said abruptly. "That's right. What you're to do? Oh wait

a bit, we'll see! Get used to the place first."

He gave me a short nod, and began pointing out different tasks that he

wished his men to carry out, while I watched attentively, feeling as if

I should like to run off and look at the ripening fruit, but not caring

to go away, for fear Mr Brownsmith might want me.

One thing was quite evident, and that was that the cats were disposed to

be very friendly. They did not take any notice of the men, but one

after the other came and had a rub up against my leg, purring softly,

and looking up at me with their slits of eyes closed up in the bright

sunshine, till all at once Old Brownsmith laid his hand upon my shoulder

again, and said one word: "Breakfast!"

I walked with him up to the house, and noticed that instead of following

us in, the cats ran up a flight of steps into a narrow loft which seemed

to be their home, two of them seating themselves at once in the doorway

to blink at the sunshine.

"Like cats?" said the old gentleman.

"Oh yes!" I said.

"Ah! I see you've made friends."

"Yes, I replied; but I haven't made friends with that boy Shock."

"Well, that does not matter," said Old Brownsmith. "Come, sit down;

bread and milk morning."

I sat down opposite to him, to find that a big basin of bread and milk

stood before each of us, and at which, after a short grace, Old

Brownsmith at once began.




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