We were going through a thick wood, where there was a pretty straight road, when I saw a small, dark creature away ahead, trotting toward us.

It was Malta.

I gave a joyful bark, but she did not know me, and plunged into the wood.
I ran in after her, barking and yelping, and Miss Laura blew her whistle as loudly as she could.

Soon there was a little gray head peeping at us from the bushes, and Malta bounded out, gave me a look of surprise and then leaped into the buggy on Miss Laura's lap.
What a happy cat she was! She purred with delight, and licked Miss Laura's gloves over and over again.

Then she ate the food they had brought, and went sound asleep.