Then step by step they advanced towards the cat, who, in truth, viewed the enclosing wall with polite indifference.

It was really rather a funny sight to see stout Head-nurse without her veil tip-toeing in line towards pussy and shrilling out her orders to the others to close in and be sure to leave no loopholes.

Step by step her voice became more and more triumphant, and it really seemed as if the cat _must_ be caught this time, for Down sat sweetly purring until she was actually hidden from sight behind the high-held screening cloths.
"Now then! quick!" shrilled Head-nurse.

"Close in--close----" But her order ended in a scream of fright, for there was pussy in one flying leap on her bare head, scrabbling up her scanty hair, and with another away up the hillside leaving nothing but claw-marks behind her! Head-nurse wept with angry tears; but Foster-father, always sensible, said "Enough! cry on the camel if you will, but now is the time to slip away before the obstinate animal can return." There was wisdom in this; therefore Head-nurse composed herself comfortably in one pannier while Foster-mother, who was lighter, settled into the other with Baby Akbar.

So off they set at the dignified lollop which camels affect, and Head-nurse began to congratulate herself on having successfully evaded the "uncouth beasts." But there is no counting on cats.