She would have looked very much like Roy if she had had dreamy dark eyes instead of roguish hazel ones . Thanks to her and Phil , the call really went off very well , except for a slight sense of strain in the atmosphere and two rather untoward incidents . Rusty and Joseph , left to themselves , began a game of chase , and sprang madly into Mrs. Gardner 's silken lap and out of it in their wild career . Mrs. Gardner lifted her lorgnette and gazed after their flying forms as if she had never seen cats before , and Anne , choking back slightly nervous laughter , apologized as best she could . `` You are fond of cats ? '' said Mrs. Gardner , with a slight intonation of tolerant wonder . Anne , despite her affection for Rusty , was not especially fond of cats , but Mrs. Gardner 's tone annoyed her . Inconsequently she remembered that Mrs. John Blythe was so fond of cats that she kept as many as her husband would allow . `` They ARE adorable animals , are n't they ? '' she said wickedly . `` I have never liked cats , '' said Mrs. Gardner remotely . `` I love them , '' said Dorothy . `` They are so nice and selfish . Dogs are TOO good and unselfish . They make me feel uncomfortable . But cats are gloriously human . '' `` You have two delightful old china dogs there . May I look at them closely ? '' said Aline , crossing the room towards the fireplace and thereby becoming the unconscious cause of the other accident . Picking up Magog , she sat down on the cushion under which was secreted Priscilla 's chocolate cake .
XXXXX and Anne exchanged agonized glances but could do nothing .
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