182 THE LAND OF PLUCK

are supposed to have washed, and demurely hangs them
on the line to dry.

After work comes play. Miss Moffit and Pimpkins
have a little waltz, and Tib slides down the balusters.
Sometimes Tib amuses himself by drawing the cork from

 

MISS MOFFIT AND PIMPKINS WALTZ.

his master’s ale-bottle. And then if the foaming ale
happens to be unusually lively, it makes a leap for Tib,
and Tib rubs his nose with his paws for five minutes
afterward.

Are they ever naughty? Yes, indeed. But even then
their good inaster is gentle with them. He never whips
them, but simply looks injured, and orders them to “do