Sally made it evident that she did. She ran down the steps to the clothes-yard. It was good to get out into the bright sunshine, and she ran down toward the street. Suddenly she heard an awful bark and looking up she saw that the monster was almost upon her. Trembling all over, Sally fairly flew over the ground and scampered up the nearest tree. There she sat looking down on Spot. He was standing still at the foot of the tree looking up at her. Some time passed, and finally Sally gathered courage to ask, ‘How long are you going to stay there?’ ‘Until you come down,’ said Spot. ‘I mean to stay here a long time,’ said Sally. ‘Days, perhaps. It is very comfortable in this tree.’ ‘Is it? It doesn’t look so.’ Time passed. It seemed hours to Sally. The round sun was getting low in the heavens, and still that awful dog stood there at the foot of the tree. Sally did not dare to come down. ‘I’ve often seen you in the window,’ said Sally pleasantly. ‘I should think you would want to go back to that nice window; it seems a little cold here.’ [Illustration] ‘I’ve often noticed you at your window,’ said Spot. ‘I was thinking it was about time for you to go home.’ ‘I mean to stay out all night,’ said Sally. ‘I never was out all night. My friends give fine concerts then. There is to be a moon to-night.’ Time passed, and Sally was growing hungry and tired. Would no one come for her? Miss Harvey and Elvira would not know she had been let out, and she had heard them say that Miss Winifred was going off for the night. Poor Sally was getting more and more miserable. ‘Don’t you think Mrs. Conant will worry if you stay out so long?’ she asked. ‘She never worries. She lets me lead a free life. How about Elvira and Miss Harvey? What will they think if you don’t come in?’ ‘They don’t know I’m out.’ The sky was clouding over and the bright sun was going to set long before its time in a bank of gray. ‘It is going to rain,’ said Sally. ‘I don’t mind the rain at all because of my warm fur coat.’ All the same, she didn’t like to get wet. ‘Do you mind the rain, Spot?’ ‘No, but it isn’t going to rain,’ he said. Sally was now longing to get into the house. She gave another of her piercing mews which she had been giving at intervals, but she was some distance from the house and Elvira did not know that she was out. [Illustration] ‘Some cat is in trouble. It sounds a little like Sally’s mew,’ Elvira said to Miss Harvey. ‘Did you let her out?’ ‘No, I am sure she is somewhere around the house.’ Presently, to Sally’s joy, she saw Mrs. Conant coming along the avenue. ‘Why, Spotty, what are you doing here?’ she asked. She looked up to see what the dog was watching, and she saw poor Sally in the tree. ‘Come, Spotty, come home at once and let that poor cat alone,’ she said. As she passed the kitchen window she said: ‘One of your cats has been treed by Spotty. I am very sorry. He ought to have better manners.’