Ivy Tree
“North Country Song.
WHEN we got to the farm, it was to find a slightly distracted Lisa watching for me with some tale of disaster that involved a cream trifle, and Tommy, the black and white cat, "And I'll wring his neck if he comes near the dairy again," she said, violently for her. I said mildly: "We've got to remember he's eating for eight." "Nonsense," said Lisa, "he had them days ago. Oh, I see what you mean. Well, even if he is feeding seven kittens, and let me tell you if only I can ...find them I'll drown the lot, that's no excuse for taking the whole top off the trifle I'd made for your Grandfather's birthday dinner." "Just a minute," said Donald, "no doubt I'm not just at my best today, but who has taken the trifle?" "That beastly Tommy." "The black and white cat? The fat one I—the one who was in to tea the other day?" Donald liked cats, and had made friends with them all, even the little half-wild tortoiseshell that lived like a wraith under the hen-house.MoreLess
WHEN we got to the farm, it was to find a slightly distracted Lisa watching for me with some tale of disaster that involved a cream trifle, and Tommy, the black and white cat, "And I'll wring his neck if he comes near the dairy again," she said, violently for her. I said mildly: "We've got to remember he's eating for eight." "Nonsense," said Lisa, "he had them days ago. Oh, I see what you mean. Well, even if he is feeding seven kittens, and let me tell you if only I can ...find them I'll drown the lot, that's no excuse for taking the whole top off the trifle I'd made for your Grandfather's birthday dinner." "Just a minute," said Donald, "no doubt I'm not just at my best today, but who has taken the trifle?" "That beastly Tommy." "The black and white cat? The fat one I—the one who was in to tea the other day?" Donald liked cats, and had made friends with them all, even the little half-wild tortoiseshell that lived like a wraith under the hen-house.MoreLess
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