“Dear pussy, you must tell me where the elf lives!” said the boy.  “Can’t you see how he has bewitched me?”

The cat opened his eyes a little, so that the green wickedness began to shine forth.  He spun round and purred with satisfaction before he replied.  “Shall I perhaps help you because you have so often grabbed me by the tail?” he said at last.

Then the boy was furious and forgot entirely how little and helpless he was now.  “Oh!  I can pull your tail again, I can,” said he, and ran toward the cat.

The next instant the cat was so changed that the boy could scarcely believe it was the same animal.  Every separate hair on his body stood on end.  The back was bent; the legs had become elongated; the claws scraped the ground; the tail had grown thick and short; the ears were laid back; the mouth was frothy; and the eyes were wide open and glistened like sparks of red fire.

The boy didn’t want to let himself be scared by a cat, and he took a step forward.  Then the cat made one spring and landed right on the boy; knocked him down and stood over him—­his forepaws on his chest, and his jaws wide apart—­over his throat.

The boy felt how the sharp claws sank through his vest and shirt and into his skin; and how the sharp eye-teeth tickled his throat.  He shrieked for help, as loudly as he could, but no one came.  He thought surely that his last hour had come.  Then he felt that the cat drew in his claws and let go the hold on his throat.

“There!” he said, “that will do now.  I’ll let you go this time, for my mistress’s sake.  I only wanted you to know which one of us two has the power now.”

With that the cat walked away—­looking as smooth and pious as he did when he first appeared on the scene.  The boy was so crestfallen that he didn’t say a word, but only hurried to the cowhouse to look for the elf.

There were not more than three cows, all told.  But when the boy came in, there was such a bellowing and such a kick-up, that one might easily have believed that there were at least thirty.

“Moo, moo, moo,” bellowed Mayrose.  “It is well there is such a thing as justice in this world.”

“Moo, moo, moo,” sang the three of them in unison.  He couldn’t hear what they said, for each one tried to out-bellow the others.

The boy wanted to ask after the elf, but he couldn’t make himself heard because the cows were in full uproar.  They carried on as they used to do when he let a strange dog in on them.  They kicked with their hind legs, shook their necks, stretched their heads, and measured the distance with their horns.

“Come here, you!” said Mayrose, “and you’ll get a kick that you won’t forget in a hurry!”

“Come here,” said Gold Lily, “and you shall dance on my horns!”

“Come here, and you shall taste how it felt when you threw your wooden shoes at me, as you did last summer!” bawled Star.