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over an old desk of hers yesterday I found it,
and I thought it would be the very thing to
bring here to-day to amuse you when you were
tired of play.”

“THE HISTORY OF MAC AND MURIEL, TWO LITTLE
SOFT, FLUFFY, TABBY KITTENS.

“T can’t say I remember much of my very
early days, or of the place where I was born
(and this is not surprising, for I was quite blind
for nine days, and could only grope about in the
dark and mew) ; but my mistress has often told
me that I was born in a cupboard in the kitchen
of a house in Pelham Crescent, Hastings. The
first thing I can recollect was being taken up
by the neck much less gently than my mother
used to take me, and being carried up a long,
long flight of stairs to a large room where some
ladies were sitting. It seemed quite a long
journey to me then, for it was the first time I
had been even outside the kitchen cupboard,