Old dog Spot never moved from the place where he was lying in front of the kitchen table. Although Miss Kitty Cat had told him angrily that he thought she was going to enjoy a on the leg of mutton that was on the kitchen table, he didn't lose his temper.  
"Pardon me!" he said. "You are mistaken. I don't think you're going to have even a taste of this mutton—not while I'm in the kitchen!"
 
Miss Kitty Cat was furious. She had done her best to make Spot go away. She had dropped a number of hints to get him out of doors. But Spot hadn't taken a single one of them.
 
"You're a old dog," she scolded. "I've a good mind to drag my claws across your nose."
 
Spot grinned at her.
 
"If you do," he warned her, "I shall . Then Mrs. Green will hurry back here to see what's going on. And you certainly won't get any mutton while she's in the kitchen. I happen to know that the family's going to have that leg of mutton for dinner to-morrow."
 
"There ought to be enough of it for everybody," Miss Kitty Cat . "If I ate a bit of it nobody would ever miss it. And after I've finished my meal there would be nothing to prevent your yourself. I certainly shouldn't stand in your way—nor lie in it, either."
 
Old dog Spot couldn't help .
 
"I never snatch any food when Mrs. Green's back is turned," he told............