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 "Was that meant for me? If you please, Sir; it's gone through the washing!"

Miss Kitty was rather flattered to be mistaken for a sportsman; she apologized to the person who came out with a bundle, curtseyed, and trotted down the field.

"I wonder what sort of things it would be proper to shoot? Certainly not washer-women who are hedgehogs," said Miss Kitty, watching Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle.

"No; I suppose I must mouse."