I'm sorry about my tail, but it's something that seems to be going on in spite of me. It's just that I feel such a rotter.'
`But why, Peter? After all—
'After all,' Peter repeated, `he did give us half his rations when he was probably hungry himself. And he didn't look foolish or funny when we ran off, he looked disappointed and lonely and miserable.'
`But, Peter,' Jennie protested, `don't you see, he wanted something from us. That's why he gave us the milk and the liver. He was trying to bribe us to come and live with him in that dirty, stuffy little house. You wouldn't let yourself be bribed, would you?' she concluded, with what almost amounted to self– righteousness.
`It wasn't a bribe,' Peter said with some indignation. `He gave it to us because he liked us. Couldn't you hear the way he spoke to us? And I think it was mean of us to run away from him as soon as the door opened a little bit.'
A queer glitter came into Jennie Baldrin's eye, her ears began to flatten back on the top of her head and her tail to twitch ominously. `I think it was mean of HIM to shut the door on us. That should have given away to you what he was up to, if nothing else.'
Peter said stubbornly, `Perhaps he shut the door on account of his flowers. He couldn't have been wicked and meant us any harm and kept so many flowers.'
Jennie gave a low growl. `All people are wicked and I don't wish to have anything to do with them. I told you that when we first met, and why. And I still feel the same way.'
`Then why do you continue to have anything to do with me?' Peter asked. `I'm a person, and—'
`You are not!' Jennie cried, `you're an ordinary white cat and not a very nice one at that, after all I've done to—Oh dear, Peter, do you realize we're having our first disagreement? And over a human being! You see what happens when they come into your life?'
Peter did realize that he was quarrelling with Jennie, and it made him feel ashamed because she had been so good to him and cared for him when he had been weak and injured, and so he said: `Dear Jennie Baldrin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be angry with you. You've been so kind and gentle to me. And if it upsets you to think or talk about people or Mr. Grims, we won't do it anymore.'
Jennie's eyes softened, her tail quieted, and she said: `Peter, you are a dear, and I'm sorry I flattened my ears at you.' She turned her head away and fell to washing vigorously, and in a moment Peter felt compelled to join her.
After they had washed themselves out of the embarrassment caused by the mutual show of emotion, Peter noticed that Jennie was staring at him with a most curious expression on her soft white face, almost like, well, if he had been a boy instead of a cat, he would have said almost like a cat that had swallowed the mouse. She seemed to be hatching up an idea that gave her a great deal of pleasure and excitement.
`Peter,' she began, just as a large steamer with a buff-and-green smokestack came around the bend of the river and gave a deep-throated hoot. `You are so awfully clever. Can you read writing as well as understand everything people say?'
`Why, of course,' replied Peter, `I should jolly well think so. I've been going to school for two years. I can read nearly everything, I mean if the words aren't too long and mysterious.'
'Oh, Peter, show me! Read something for me. What does it say on the boat, for instance—the little one just pushing …'
'Maude F. O'Reilly, Thames Towing Co., Limited, Limehouse,' Peter read without hesitation.
`And the one that's being pushed?'
'Esso Queen, Standard Oil Company, Bayonne, N.J.'
`And the one out in the river, just going by …?
'Ryndam, Amsterdam. But I don't know what that one means …'
Jennie gave a great sigh, and the look she turned upon Peter was positively doting. `Oh,' she said, `you couldn't possibly be making all of those up out of your head, could you?'
`Certainly not,' Peter replied in some wonder. `You asked me to read them to you, and I did. If you don't believe—'
'Oh, but I do, my Peter, I do …' said Jennie in a voice that sounded absolutely thrilled, `I just almost didn't dare. Oh, I am lucky. Don't you see what it means?'
Peter tried to, but it was obvious to Jennie from his baffled expression that he didn't, so she told him. `It means that we are free. There is no place we cannot go or nothing we cannot do that we want to …'
But Peter still didn't quite understand.
The sun was now a red ball sinking down over the West of London and making a lurid crimson background for the forest of masts and funnels of the ships in the London Docks behind them, and the dark turrets and walls of the Tower of London rising up from Tower Hill in the distance. And as it dropped low in the sky and prepared to vanish behind the spires and chimneys of the city, a chill wind sprang up from the river, ruffling Peter's fur and reminding him that as yet they had not found a place to stay for the night where they would be warm and safe.
He started to ask Jennie, 'It will be dark soon. Where will we go for the night …?' but she wasn't listening to him. She had a rapt expression on her face and a far-away look in her eyes. And then she said to him in a most momentous tone of voice
`Peter … how would you like to go off on a little trip with me?'
At once Peter was interested, nay more, captivated, for he loved going places and was happiest when he was travelling.
'A trip? Oh, I'd love it! Where to? When?'
`Now. At once, To-night, I mean, or whenever it goes. But we can look for it to-night. To Scotland. I'd love to go back and visit Glasgow, the city where I was born. And all the relatives I have at Balloch and Gaerlochhead and Balmaha. Oh, Peter, Peter, wouldn't it be the most fun . . .'
Peter's eyes were now quite as wide with excitement as were
Jennie's as he listened to the names of the places that sounded so far off and so fascinating, for Nanny had often told him all about Glasgow, and he cried, `But, Jennie, how can we? We haven't any money, or tickets …'
'Oh, that part, that's simple,' said Jennie. 'We'll take a job and work our way north to Glasgow …'
'A job,' Peter repeated, bewildered. `But what can we do?’
'Plenty,' Jennie replied. 'We'll find a ship bound for Glasgow and sign on as ship's cats—after they discover that we're aboard. It's easy.'
It was now Peter's turn to look with wonder and admiration at his companion. 'Jennie!' he said, 'do you mean to say you've done it already, you've been away to sea?'
'Oh, yes, several times,' she replied, falling into that careless nonchalance that she could not seem to help adopting whenever Peter admired her, `but the trouble was I could never tell where I was going. I wanted very much to go to Egypt to visit the tombs of my ancestors, and instead I landed up in Oslo. Did I ever get tired of eating dried fish! And once I went all the way to New Orleans and back. I thought that one would never end. Twenty-eight days at sea. Such a bore…. But now that I know you can read the names of ships and where they are going. ..'
A sudden thought struck Peter. `But, Jennie,' he said, 'being on ships—isn't that being with people, after all, I mean, you know what you said about not caring to—'
`Not at all,' Jennie replied coolly. `It's quite different. You're working for your living, and believe me, you work. Anything you get you earn, keeping down the mice and rats, forecasting the weather, locating leaks and bad smells, and bringing good luck and what not you're called upon to do. It's all on a strictly business basis. The sailors and mates and masters have their work to do, and precious little time over it leaves them to try to get sentimental with you. And you have yours, and that keeps you occupied, and there's an end to it. The food isn't too bad, and what's important, it's regular—no worries about it, and plenty of it. You get your sea legs after a day or so, and outside of a certain monotony if you stay out of sight of land too long, it isn't a bad life. What say, friend?' And the look that she threw him was both eager and pleading as well as challenging.
'Right-ho!' Peter cried. 'I'm for going.'
'Bravo, Peter!' Jennie called, giving a little croon of delight. 'I knew you would. We'll search these docks back here in the basin first. Your job will be to read off the names. I'll pick the one we want to go on.'
They set off immediately from Wapping Wall to the London Docks. At each ship they passed berthed in the
