“A little,” said Dot, “for they would not be quiet an instant.”
“No; that is the way with dolls. If one wishes to take any comfort with them they must be kept asleep. Then we can love them and play with them as much as we desire, but while they are awake they are sure to cause no end of trouble.”
“I’ll keep my dolls asleep,” said Tot, with decision.
“Yes,” agreed the girl, “they are nicer that way. But did you see the Watch-Dog of Merryland?” she asked the Queen.
“Yes, indeed; and I told him just how to block up the archway if any more strangers appeared,” was the answer.
“Was he countin’ his whiskers?” asked Tot.
“Not when I arrived. I think he was playing with a piece of jelly cake.”
“Oh, yes,” said the girl. “Tot gave it to him.”
The Queen was silent for a time, and appeared to be thinking without her machine, which made the girl anxious. But finally her Majesty said, “Now that I have looked after the safety of my first three Valleys, I feel I should visit the last three, for it has been years since I have entered them.”
“Can’t we go with you?” asked Dot, eagerly.
“I cannot answer that question now, for I have not consulted my thinking machine, without which I never make an important move, but I will let you know in the morning.”
Dot and Tot were all excitement after that to know what the thinking machine would advise, for they were curious to see the remaining Valleys of this wonderful country. But the Queen said no more about the journey that evening, and devoted herself to entertaining them in such a pretty and modest way that they grew to love the big Wax Doll very dearly.
Before breakfast the next morning, however, they asked what her thinking machine had said, and she at once replied:
“You may, if you wish, go with me to visit the other Valleys. Since you are my adopted children and a Prince and Princess of Merryland, it is right you should know all about your own country; therefore we will make the journey together.”
“That’s lovely!” cried Dot, with delight. “When shall we start?”
“Whenever you please,” answered the Queen. “As you seem so anxious, we may as well start after breakfast.”
“Good!” exclaimed Tot, who was already busily eating; “I’m ready.”
So, breakfast being finished, they all walked down to the river, wearing their golden crowns and feeling happy at the prospect of new adventures.
They found the boat lying beside the steps outside the wall, and the wooden soldiers who were on guard saluted them respectfully as they seated themselves and made ready to start. The Queen sat in the middle of the boat, with Dot at one end and Tot at the other. But now they were not obliged to wait for the slow current to carry them along.
For when the pretty Queen waved her fairy wand around her golden head, the boat shot out from the shore and glided swiftly toward the rocky arch that led to the Fifth Valley of Merryland. This they reached in a few minutes and passed quickly through, while Dot and Tot looked eagerly ahead to see what the Fifth Valley was like.
It seemed very quiet as it lay under the rays of the morning sun, and at first the children thought the Valley resembled one of the quiet country scenes at home. For nothing remarkable met their eyes, and they felt rather relieved at the contrast between this and the wonderful Toy Valley they had just left.
Yet Dot soon decided the place was inhabited, for they came to a queer looking group of buildings standing near the shore. These could not be seen clearly at first, but the boat drew nearer every moment, and finally the Queen waved her fairy wand and some magic power carried them quickly to the shore at a spot near to the buildings.
The children sprang out upon the grass, and then they could see better what these strange houses looked like.
All the buildings were exactly alike, and stood about as high as a tall man. In shape they were square, with a flat roof, but around each roof was a stout railing. There were no windows at all, and each house had but one door, which was placed in the center, halfway between the floor and the roof. Even this was more a doorway than a door, being nothing but a square hole, with a broad shelf projecting outside and inside the bottom of the opening.
The entire group of buildings was painted a pure white, but underneath each hole, or doorway, was a big, black number. The house nearest the river on the left side was number 1, and the one on the right side was number 47; yet the houses were not laid out into streets, but stood here and there upon the smooth lawn, without any attempt at order or regularity.
“Well, how do you like this Valley?” asked the Queen, with a laugh as she saw Dot and Tot looking at the queer place with sober faces.
“The houses seem very odd — if they are houses,” replied Dot. Then she enquired: “Who lives in them?”
“King Felis lives in number 1,” said the Queen. “At least, he did several years ago when I last visited him. I will now call him, that I may introduce you to his Majesty.”
Thereupon she gave a shrill whistle, and a moment later a great Maltese pussycat sprang upon the shelf of the doorway at number 1 and sat there for an instant crouched, with its ears pointing into the air and its big yellow eyes gazing steadily at the visitors. Then the pussy leaped lightly to the ground, and standing upon its rear legs before the Queen, he bobbed his head solemnly up and down and said, “Welcome, Queen of Merryland, to the Valley of Pussycats!”
“I thank you, King Felis,” responded the Wax Doll sweetly. “But permit me to introduce to you my adopted children, Princess Dot and Prince Tot of Merryland.”
The big pussy looked at the children with surprise, but nodded his head politely.
“The Prince and Princess seem like people from the big, outside world,” he said, with a wise look; and then he turned to Dot and asked:
“Do you pull the tails of pussycats?”
“Oh, no!” exclaimed the girl, who was just then admiring the beauty of the cat King as well as his ability to speak.
“Or pinch their ears?” he continued.
“Never!” declared Dot.
“I did — once,” remarked Tot, composedly. “An’ it yelled.”
The big kitty looked at the boy gravely and said:
“Should you do such a thing in this Valley I would ask the Queen to send you away at once. It is really a wicked amusement, for it hurts a pussy as much as if someone should pinch your own ears.”
“All right,” remarked Tot. “I’ll be good.”
“You will find my adopted children both kind and gentle,” said the Queen; “so pray do not fear them, King Felis.”
“Your Majesty rules all Merryland,” he replied; “and your children shall be as welcome in our Valley as yourself. But I must call my people, that they may pay their respects to your Majesty.”
“Where are they?” asked Tot, who had been looking around and could see no other living thing than the big Maltese.
“At this time of day they are asleep, as all good pussycats should be,” was the King’s answer. “The sun is warm and pleasant just now, and my people are enjoying their mid-day naps.”
He then lifted his voice and uttered a loud, wailing cry.
Scarcely had it died away when the pussys began to appear. They leaped from the roofs of the houses, from the doorways, and even from among the shady clumps of long grass. Every house added six or seven to the number, and soon hundreds of pussycats were standing before the Queen, bowing gracefully and crying, “Welcome, your Majesty!” in all sorts of voices.
They were plump and comfortable looking, and Dot had no idea there were so many kinds and colors of pussys in the world. Some had long, silky hair, and some short, velvety hair; some had long, bushy tails, some short tails and some no tails at all. They were white and black, blue and gray, yellow and red, speckled and tortoise-shell in color. Some had pretty ribbons around their necks and some of the older ones wore spectacles; but all were as neat as wax, and seemed well ca
red for.
The big King was the largest of them all; yet there were many various sizes, down to the tiniest kittens with their eyes just open.
When all this array of pussys had saluted the Queen they sat down upon the grass and began to purr, while some indulged in a yawn behind their paws and others commenced to wash their faces; for they had just been aroused from a long nap.
“Your people seem happy and contented, King Felis,” remarked the Queen, when she had looked them over carefully.
“Oh, yes; they are thriving finely,” replied the Maltese King. “But why should they not? They have no troubles nor cares, and pass their lives in eating and sleeping. With comfortable homes and plenty of food they cannot help being the happiest pussycats in the big round world.”
“I should think not, indeed,” said the Queen.
“But now you must permit me to offer you the hospitality of my house,” said the King. “It is nearly dinner time, and you will wish to rest and eat. Our houses are not very large, so I must divide your party and place you in separate families. The boy will be cared for by my cousin Tabby, who lives at number 16. The girl I will place with Uncle Palladius, who lives at number 9. And your Majesty will, I trust, partake of the hospitality of my humble home.” And he bowed again, very politely.
“We accept your kindness with much pleasure and many thanks,” answered the Queen; and then she whispered to Dot and Tot not to be afraid, for the pussys would treat them with great courtesy.
XV. — The Valley of Pussycats
Tot wasn’t a bit frightened when a gentle looking pussy of uncertain age came up to him and said:
“I am Cousin Tabby, and as you are to be my guest please follow me to number 16.”
The boy laughed at the idea of entering a cat’s house, but he walked after the softly-moving pussy, who, when she reached number 16, sprang upon the shelf and said:
“Climb in, please.”
This was hard work, for the shelf was nearly as high as his chin. But Tot had already learned to climb the trees at home, so he managed in some way to pull himself up, with the result that he lost his balance and fell head foremost inside the house.
To his surprise he alighted on a soft cushion, and then he scrambled quickly to his feet and looked around him.
The room was dimly lighted by the square doorway, but after his eyes got accustomed to the twilight he saw that upon the floor was a soft carpet, while big cushions lay around in every direction. At the side of the room was a long, low table, not higher than Tot’s knee, and standing in a row upon this table were four white bowls. There was a cupboard in one corner, a big fireplace at the end of the room, and in a second corner two little gray kittens lay asleep upon a cushion.
While the boy looked at these things there sprang through the doorway another gray kitten, older and larger than the others, and Mrs. Tabby said, politely:
“This is my niece, Miss Flitter, who lives with me; and these two little ones, who were too young to go and welcome the Queen, belong to Mrs. Mewling. She has such a large family that I have adopted these children, for my house is much too large for myself and Flitter.”
“Oh,” returned Tot, who was rather bewildered. Then, as Cousin Tabby seemed to expect some further reply, he added: “all right.”
“Now, if you will please make yourself comfortable,” continued the pussy, in a soft, purring voice, “I will get our dinner ready.”
She took a white apron from the peg near the fireplace and tied it around her waist. Then she placed another bowl on the table for Tot, and busied herself about the work while the boy lay on the soft carpet and stroked the silk-like fur of the two gray kittens.
While Tot was being thus entertained, Dot was led by Uncle Palladius to number 9, where he lived. Uncle Palladius was a great black pussy, and was one of those who wore spectacles, giving him a comical appearance.
Dot had harder work than Tot to climb through the square doorway of the house, but she succeeded after a struggle and was pleased with the cozy appearance of the room.
Uncle Palladius was the head of a large family, and as strangers were rare in their Valley they all gathered around the girl and looked at her curiously, while one pure white kitten came softly up and rubbed its back against Dot’s leg. She stooped down, and picking up the pretty kitten snuggled it close in her arms and gently caressed it. Then she sat down upon a cushion, while the other kittens gathered around her or stretched themselves lazily upon the carpet near by.
All this delighted the girl, for she was especially fond of pussycats, although her invalid mother did not like them and had always declared she “would not have a cat in the house.”
So the child had often longed in vain for a pet of this kind, and was now very happy to be able to play with so many.
She leaned down and pressed her cheek against the white kitten, while she whispered: “You sweet little darling!”
“I’ve got a new ribbon,” said the kitten, proudly.
“So I see,” replied Dot, who had noticed this. Then she asked:
“How old are you, dear?”
“It’s pink,” said the white kitty.
“What is pink?” enquired the child.
“My ribbon.”
“Oh, yes. But tell me,” she added “is Uncle Palladius your father, or your grandfather?”
“It’s got a bow-knot on it,” purred the kitten softly, with half closed eyes.
“What has a bow-knot on it?” asked Dot.
“My ribbon.”
“Yes, dear; but we’ll talk of something else,” said the girl. “Are all these other kitties your sisters and brothers?”
“Mamma gave it to me,” sang the white kitten, contentedly.
“Gave you what, dear?”
“My ribbon.”
“Don’t mind her,” said another of the pussys, in a rather contemptuous voice; “it’s her first ribbon, and she’s so vain she can think of nothing else. Put her down and take one of us; we can talk to you in a sensible way.”
“Well, let us talk, then,” said the child, but she still held the vain kitten cuddled in her arms — it was so soft and pretty, she thought. “Tell me about Uncle Palladius.”
“He is our grandfather,” said one that had white fur with big black spots scattered over it, and which, moreover, presented a curious appearance, because one eye was surrounded by a black spot and the other by pure white fur.
“Uncle Palladius is very old and wise, and is uncle to half the pussys in our Valley. Our mother, who is named Snowball, lives with him, as he has at present no family of his own.”
“Here is mother, now!” cried another kitten, and Dot looked up and saw a pussy entering the room that was by far the most beautiful she had ever seen. Snowball was large and very graceful, and her fur was the purest white, without a black mark anywhere. She sat down near Dot and asked: “Have my children been bothering you?”
“Oh, no!” declared Dot; “they are the loveliest pussys in the world.”
Snowball smiled in a gratified way.
“I think, myself,” she said, “that no house has a prettier or lazier lot of kittens than number 9. We can outsleep any other family I know of, and when it comes to our midnight concerts Uncle Palladius’ voice is so strong it can be heard above all the rest.”
“What are these midnight concerts like?” asked the girl.
“Oh, they are wonderfully entertaining,” answered Snowball, “and I wish you could hear one of them. Perhaps you have noticed the railings around the roofs of our houses. Well, in the middle of the night we all sit upon these railings and have a grand concert. There are no people to throw stones or bootjacks at us, so we enjoy ourselves immensely. The house that can produce the loudest chorus, with the most varied sound, is considered the most aristocratic in the Valley, and I am proud to say that Uncle Palladius and I have the reputation of fully holding our own.”
“Yes, yes!” spoke up Uncle Palladius, in a deep, bass voice; “I flatt
er myself I can be heard throughout the whole Valley.”
“But the kittens cannot jump to the roofs of the houses, can they?” asked Dot.
“No, indeed,” replied Snowball; “only those who are old enough and strong enough to jump to the roofs are considered worthy to take part in the concerts. But the little ones have the pleasure of lying inside before the fire and listening to us.”
“Do you have fires?” enquired the child.
“Yes; we consider nothing more cozy and comfortable than lying before a glowing grate fire. When the evenings are chilly there is a fire in every house, and we pussys lie before it upon our cushions and enjoy its warmth. Usually we sleep all day long, and most of the night, except during the concert, which lasts from midnight until dawn.”
“You must enjoy yourselves very much,” said Dot, earnestly.
“Oh, we do, indeed!” replied the white pussycat; “but I see that dinner is now ready, so please come to the table.”
The girl walked toward the low table with some curiosity to know how these pussys ate, and what they had for food. She found a row of white bowls sitting upon a white cloth, and each bowl was filled with fresh milk. At the ends of the table were plates of light bread with deep brown crusts.
The kittens all brought cushions to the sides of the table and sat upon them, their heads being then just high enough to reach the bowls. Dot was placed at one end of the table, with Snowball at her right hand, and Uncle Palladius sat at the other end.
“Where do you get such nice milk?” asked the girl.
“We have several springs in the Valley,” answered Snowball, “where it bubbles up constantly.”
“And where do you get the bread?” Dot next enquired.
“That grows upon the tall trees you see scattered about. We climb the bread-trees every day and gather fresh loaves.”
“Don’t you catch mice?” asked Dot.
“Mercy, no!” replied Snowball, in a horrified voice. “Do you suppose mice would be foolish enough to come into a Valley of Pussycats?”
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