We hastened to assure her that they did not--drew for them our kind of headgear.
"And do no men wear feathers in their hats ?" "Only Indians," Jeff explained.

"Savages, you know." And he sketched a war bonnet to show them.
"And soldiers," I added, drawing a military hat with plumes.
They never expressed horror or disapproval, nor indeed much surprise--just a keen interest.

And the notes they made!--miles of them! But to return to our pussycats.

We were a good deal impressed by this achievement in breeding, and when they questioned us--I can tell you we were well pumped for information--we told of what had been done for dogs and horses and cattle, but that there was no effort applied to cats, except for show purposes.
I wish I could represent the kind, quiet, steady, ingenious way they questioned us.

It was not just curiosity--they weren't a bit more curious about us than we were about them, if as much.