The peddler that took Miss Kitty Cat away in his cart drove long into the night. Inside the basket into which her captor had popped her, Miss Kitty kept her wits at work. She knew that there were many twists and turns as they creaked up the hills and down the other side of them. Then there were level stretches where the peddler held his horse to a swinging gait that fast put long miles between them and Farmer Green's place in Pleasant Valley.  
"Dear me!" Miss Kitty thought. "What a tramp I'll have getting back home again!" For already she was planning to return to the farm. She didn't care if they did need a good mouser at the stranger's house. They needed one just as much at Farmer Green's.
 
"If Mrs. Green has to depend on traps to take care of the mice she'll soon be eaten out of house and home," Miss Kitty . "The minute that fat Moses Mouse knows I'm gone he'll be as bold as ."
 
At last the left the hard road and pulled up in a dooryard. A dog barked. And Miss Kitty heard voices.
 
"I've brought you something in here that you'll like," said the peddler as he handed Miss Kitty's basket to somebody. "But don't look at it out of doors or it'll get away."
 
Later, inside the house, a woman let Miss Kitty out of her prison.
 
"What a big cat!" she exclaimed. "Where did you get her?"
 
"Oh, I picked her up on the road," said the peddler. "She looked as if s............