While Em made coffee for their shivering unexpected guests, Jane returned to trying to thread a bobbin. It was a picky, frustrating task. Just as a thread slipped out of a hole for the third time, noises broke out down the block – doors slamming, loud voices, gunshots, a cat yowling. What was going on?
Gordon dashed out. “I hope he stays, safe,” wailed Janette.
“So, Gordon, we meet,” said the cat, dragging half a mouse. “I’m only trying to mete out justice here. It is meet that these two get together and let me get back to my meat.”
Gordon dashed out. “I hope he stays, safe,” wailed Janette.
“So, Gordon, we meet,” said the cat, dragging half a mouse. “I’m only trying to mete out justice here. It is meet that these two get together and let me get back to my meat.”
