Let's let the cats loose.' 'And the cow, perhaps ?' said Cyril.

'The police would find us at once.
That cow would stand at the gate and mew--I mean moo--to come in.

And so would the cats.

No; I see quite well what we've got to do.

We must put them in baskets and leave them on people's doorsteps, like orphan foundlings.' 'We've got three baskets, counting mother's work one,' said Jane brightening.
'And there are nearly two hundred cats,' said Anthea, 'besides the cow--and it would have to be a different-sized basket for her; and then I don't know how you'd carry it, and you'd never find a doorstep big enough to put it on.