By the way, Mrs. Dr. dear, have you
noticed that that cat is far oftener Hyde than Jekyll now? The more
victories Germany wins the Hyder he becomes. I leave you to draw your
own conclusions from that. I suppose Whiskers thought he might curry
favour with me by praising the creature, little dreaming what my real
sentiments towards it were, so he stuck out his pudgy hand and stroked
Mr. Hyde's back. 'What a nice cat,' he said. The nice cat flew at him
and bit him. Then it gave a fearful yowl, and bounded out of the door.
Whiskers looked after it quite amazed. 'That is a queer kind of a
varmint,' he said. I agreed with him on that point, but I was not going
to let him see it. Besides, what business had he to call our cat a
varmint? 'It may be a varmint or it may not,' I said, 'but it knows the
difference between a Canadian and a Hun.' You would have thought, would
you not, Mrs. Dr. dear, that a hint like that would have been enough for
him! But it went no deeper than his skin. I saw him settling back quite
comfortable, as if for a good talk, and thought I, 'If there is anything
coming it may as well come soon and be done with, for with all these
rags to dye before supper I have no time to waste in flirting,' so I
spoke right out. 'If you have anything particular to discuss with me,
Mr. Pryor, I would feel obliged if you would mention it without loss of
time, because I am very busy this afternoon.
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