Dixie grew until she was much larger than
when she first Hved in the nest in the hay,
and she learned a number of things from
Mothercat. She learned that to keep her
fur clean and dainty she must wash it
several times a day, and that nothing else
made it so soft and smooth and silky as to
wash it after she had just been drinking
some good creamy milk. She learned that
mice were to be caught ;


that beetles and
other queer creatures of the sort that ran
about in the grass were to be played with,
but not eaten ; that horses never ate kittens,
though without meaning to do any
harm, they sometimes stepped upon them.