On the table in the kitchen of the was a leg of mutton. Farmer Green had left it there and gone away. And Mrs. Green had stepped out of the kitchen—nobody knew for how long.  
At least old dog Spot and Miss Kitty Cat didn't know. They were left there in the kitchen alone—alone with the leg of mutton.
 
"Ahem!" said Miss Kitty Cat to old dog Spot. "Don't you think you'd better go and see what's become of Farmer Green?"
 
She was unusually pleasant, for her. As a rule she had little to say to Spot, except to scold at him.
 
"I'm comfortable here, thank you," Spot answered. "Farmer Green must be out of sight by this time. So I won't bother to chase after him."
 
"You could smell out his track, couldn't you?" Miss Kitty Cat suggested.
 
"Perhaps!" said Spot. "Perhaps! But as I said, I'm comfortable here. I'm going to stay right here in the kitchen." Out of the corner of his eye he looked at Miss Kitty Cat. He could see that she was somewhat by something or other. Her tail was beginning to slightly. And that was a sure sign that she was losing her temper. But when she again her voice was as sweet as honey.
 
"What a beautiful day to go hunting!" she remarked as she sprang into a chair beside the window and looked out. "The woods must be full of birds."
 
"No doubt!" said Spot dryly. "I went hunting ea............