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"Oh, dear," said Kat, looking down at the water, "I'm scared!" You see, there was no railing at all to take hold of, and the bridge was quite narrow. "Ho! 'Fraidy cat!" said Kit. "I'll go first and show you how." "And I'll walk behind you," said Vrouw Vedder. Kat walked very slowly and held on hard to her pail, and so she got over the bridge safely.
"There's a place, Kate on the side, too, so you have only to watch what the others do." She hesitated, but he could see the longing in her eyes. He taunted boyishly, "Don't be a 'fraidy cat," at which for the first time they both laughed with something of naturalness. Mr.
It's a woman with shaggy hair, and sometimes her eyes turn green." "Pouf!" scoffed Everett. "My father says there aren't any such things as ghosts. I wouldn't be a fraidy cat, Ann." "I'm not a fraidy cat," pouted the girl. "I always go upstairs alone, don't I, Horace?" Another answer in the affirmative, and Horace proceeded to roll the train back over the carpet.
Bobby, a little stiffly at first, for he could not understand fighting without animosity, showed them how it worked. "Let me try her," urged Johnnie. But Bobby would not until he had asked his mother, for permission to shoot had been obtained only at expense of a very solemn promise. "Fraidy!" jeered Johnnie, "tied to his mammy's apron-strings!" Bobby flushed deeply, but stood his ground.
"Fraidy, scared of a little blood." Then with not a great deal of relevance, "I could have the yellowest hair in the world if I wanted to." "How?" "Oh, by just wanting to." "Nit." "Could." "Your mamma's calling you." "Lil-ly, come practice." "I'm coming." To Harry, "I can do something you can't do." "What?" "Hop up six stairs on one foot." "Dare you."
Antha was paler and thinner than her brother and her mouth had a peevish droop to it. Both looked chilly and scared out of their wits. "Weren't you horribly frightened when the boat sprang a leak?" asked Hinpoha. Anthony immediately swelled out his chest. "No, I wasn't a bit afraid," he said grandly. "I'm not a fraidy cat. But she was," he said, pointing to his sister, "she yelled bloody murder."
"I didn't know a girl could be such a fraidy cat." "If she cries any more the tent will be flooded," whispered Hinpoha in answer. "I never saw anybody cry so much." "I don't want to seem inhospitable," breathed Gladys behind her hand, "but I hope they won't have to stay long." But morning brought no letting up of the wind. The dawn showed the waves rolling as high as on the previous night.
This being the way Whitefoot looked at matters, you can guess how he felt when Chatterer the Red Squirrel caught sight of him and gave him Old Mother Nature's message. "Hi there, Mr. Fraidy!" shouted Chatterer, as he caught sight of Whitefoot darting under a log. "Hi there! I've got a message for you!"
The sun was hot and some little flies kept trying to get into his ears, but the dog was sitting in the shade, and he was thinking to himself, "That cat will come down soon, and then I will give him another race! I do enjoy seeing those fraidy cats run!" Robert Robin did not like to have the farmer's cat anywhere around, and he kept saying "Tut! Tut! Tut!" but Mrs.
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