One night, as Perdita and I rested our heads not the windowsill, we heard a horn blaring as it approached our house. Perdita recognized the car before I did. "Oh, Pongo," she said, shivering. "It's her! It's that devil woman!"
Perdita used strong language only when the situation called for it. And there was only one creature who deserved such a harsh description. From the window, we saw a roadster skid around the corner, and out came the devil woman herself, Cruella De Vil .....
One night, as Perdita and I rested our heads not the windowsill, we heard a horn blaring as it approached our house. Perdita recognized the car before I did. "Oh, Pongo,"
she said, shivering. "It's her! It's that devil woman!"
Perdita used strong language only when the situation called for it. And there was only one creature who deserved such a harsh description. From the window, we saw a roadster skid around the corner, and out came the devil woman herself, Cruella De Vil .....