AND HER CAT. 45

Every body knows how light is the sleep of a cat: Mow-
mouth, whose custom was to sleep with one eye at a time,
had got up at once on hearing a noise behind the oval; like
most animals he was inquisitive, and tried to find out what-
ever astonished him. He therefore stationed himself in the

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

middle of the room, the better to observe what could be the
reason why a long broom should enter at that late hour,
and by so strange achannel. Frightened by the fall of the
bust, he ran under the bed to a place of refuge.

They gave Dame Mitchell a glass of water, with some-
thing else in it, to restore her spirits; they picked up the
great warrior, who had broken both his nose and chin, and
had lost half his wig in the fray; and then every one went
back to bed again.

“Escaped once more,” said Sharpphiz to himself; “he
will always escape me I suppose! I shall not be able to
send him to sleep with his forefathers before my lady re-
turns. Dame Mitchell will have the pension of one hundred