The Tumble. 51

 

But pussie was not particular
about that. She loved her little
master, that was to be; because he
often gave her some of his milk, and
things that she liked, and because
they had many a good game together
with reels of cotton and balls of
string, and such things as kittens
love to play with.

But she loved her good mother
too, and would not always come away
from her for anyone; and just now,
when Johnny called, she looked first
at him, and then at the great cat, and
did not seem to know what to do.

But, because she hesitated, Johnny
was more eager; and off he darted,
faster than his small legs would

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