KING OF THE GARDEN. 39 
and the rat, taken unawares, biting savagely 
upwards at the cat’s throat. 
Then the two robins went away to a 
window-sill, to feed on raisins placed there 
for them, and so to bed in the ivy. And I 
swear that you would never have known by 
their demeanour—or the cat’s, when she came 
in innocently later—that anything out of the 
way had happened. 
