"Where?" Happy Jack fairly shouted the question.
"Over there in the house," replied Tommy Tit.
"Then he hasn't gone away! It's just as I said, he hasn't gone away!"
cried Happy Jack, and he was so relieved that he jumped up and down and
as a result nearly tumbled out of the tree.
"No," replied Tommy, "he hasn't gone away, but I think there is
something the matter with him."
Happy Jack grew very sober. "What makes you think so?" he demanded.
"If you'll give me time to get my breath, I'll tell you all about it,"
retorted Tommy Tit.
"All right, only please hurry," replied Happy Jack, and tried to look
patient even if he wasn't.
Tommy Tit smoothed out some rumpled feathers and was most provokingly
slow about it. "When I left here," he began at last, "I flew straight up
to Farmer Brown's house, as I said I would. I flew all around it, but
all I saw was that horrid Black Pussy on the back doorsteps, and she
looked at me so hungrily that she made me dreadfully uncomfortable. I
don't see what Farmer Brown keeps her about for, anyway.
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