And she turned to the task of coaxing the indignant Simon Cameron from his tree-refuge.
"Simon Cameron always walks around the grounds with me, at sunset," she explained, in intervals of cajoling the grumpy mass of fluff to descend.

"And he ran ahead of me, to-day, to the edge of the path.

That must have been when Bobby caught sight of him..." "Come, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" she coaxed.

"Do be a good little cat, and come down.

See, the dog can't get at you, now.