. There stood Miss Kitty Cat, saying
that everything _must_ have happened exactly as Farmer Green said.

"She couldn't have been in here, could she?" Farmer Green puzzled.
"Come, Kitty!" And he picked up Miss Kitty and held her where the light
fell full upon her face. "Clean as a whistle!" said Farmer Green. "I
guess she just followed us in." He set her down again. And once more,
with a plaintive _meaow_ she agreed with him perfectly.

X

A CREAMY FACE

FARMER GREEN'S wife threw away pan after pan of milk, because she knew
somebody had been stealing cream off the top of them. At least, she told
Farmer Green to feed the milk to the pigs, because she wasn't going to
make butter of any cream that had been tampered with by goodness knew
whom or what. And old dog Spot said that feeding good creamy milk to the
pigs was just the same as throwing it away. He made that remark to Miss
Kitty Cat, adding that it was a shame that somebody was stealing cream
and declaring that he hoped to catch the thief.

Miss Kitty Cat made no reply whatsoever.

"Don't you hope I'll catch the guilty party?" Spot asked her.

"Please don't speak to me!" Miss Kitty Cat exclaimed impatiently. "I
don't enjoy your talk; and you may as well know it."

"Very well!" said Spot. "But when I catch him I'll let you know."

"She's jealous," Spot thought. "She knows I'm a good watch dog. And she
can't bear the idea of my catching a thief."

It was hard, usually, to tell how Miss Kitty Cat felt about anything.
She was a great one for keeping her opinions to herself. It seemed as if
she wanted to be let alone by every one except Farmer Green's family.

Having boasted about catching the cream thief, old dog Spot began to
watch the buttery very carefully. Search as he would, he couldn't find a
chink anywhere that was big enough even for a mouse to squeeze through.

One day he happened to catch a glimpse of something moving under the
roof of the shed next the buttery. To his amazement he saw Miss Kitty
Cat slip through an old stove-pipe hole that pierced the great chimney
which led down into the buttery, where there was an ancient fireplace
which hadn't been used for years and years. Miss Kitty Cat crept along a
tiebeam and hid herself in a pile of odds and ends that somebody had
stowed high up under the roof and left there to gather dust and
cob-webs.

"Ah, ha!" said Spot under his breath. "This is interesting."

When Miss Kitty Cat visited th