You make everybody say you're so
pretty and so sweet when _really_ you're--" she stopped in a
fright--"Bee, Bee," she cried, "just look at his face. I believe he's
heard all I said."
"Well, what if he did?" said Beata. "Cats don't understand what one
means."
"_Manchon_ does," said Rosy. "Come away, Bee, do. Quick, quick.
We'd better go in to breakfast."
The two little girls ran off, but Colin stayed behind at the library
window.
"I've been talking to Manchon," he said when he came up to them. "He
told me to give you his compliments, Rosy, and to say he is very much
obliged to you for the pretty things you said to him, and the next
time he has the pleasure of seeing you he hopes to have the honour of
scratching you to show his gratitude."
Rosy's face got red.
"Colin, how _dare_ you laugh at me?" she called out in a fury.
She was frightened as well as angry, for she really had a strange fear
of the big cat.
"I'm not laughing," Colin began again, looking quite serious. "I had
to give you Manchon's message."
[Illustration: 'WHAT IS ZE MATTER WIF YOU, BEE?' HE SAID]
Rosy looked at Bee. If there had been the least shadow of a smile on
Bee's face it would have made her still more angry. But Beata looked
grave, because she felt so.
"Oh, I wish they wouldn't quarrel," she was thinking to herself. "It
does so spoil everything.
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