“He tore it off—I mean the devil took it off. I can’t catch him. If you’d try?—if you’d get between him and that bush. It is a pity to see a good cat go to the devil because we can’t get a bit of blue ribbon on his neck.”
Evelyn stood between the cat and the bush, and creeping near, caught him by the neck, and held him by the forepaws while Miss Dingle tried to tie the ribbon round his neck; but Jack struggled, and raising one of his hind paws obliged Evelyn to loose him.
“There is no use trying; he won’t let it be put on his neck.”
“But what will become of him? He will get more and more savage.” Miss Dingle ran after the cat, who put up his tail and trotted away, eluding her. She came back, telling Evelyn that she might see the devil if she wished. “That is to say, if you are not afrai
