27/28 'I suppose some cats eat them--but never Persian ones. What a mistake for a well-informed carpet to make! Oh, what a night we're having!' 'Do go away,' said Robert, nervously. 'We're just going to bed--that's our bedroom candle; there isn't any row. Everything's as quiet as a mouse.' A wild chorus of mews drowned his words, and with the mews were mingled the shrieks of the musk-rats. What had happened? |