"I struggled up that other path with Celia in my arms," said Fiona. "Besides, Thomas wouldn't scratch me," she said, poking her finger into the basket, "would you, precious? -Ow---!"
Katherine giggled. "Leave him in his basket," she said.
"That's right," said Mrs. Pengelly. "He'll be no trouble to you."
From THE MOOCHERS ABROAD, Chapter 4, Curiouser and Curiouser.
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