Conclusion. 163

“ Pussy, what did Nip say?”

The Angora cat lay curled in a white ball on the chair.
“Miouw!” she answered, blinking stupidly.

Job crept away slowly. Was Grandfather right, after all, when

he said it was a dream?

This is our story. If any little boy or girl who visits the
Catskills next summer will look for Job, not many miles from
the Mountain House, he may be found, shy and barefooted,
wearing the jacket made out of Grandfather’s old plum-colored
coat. If he should not be recognized by this description, the
chances are ten to one that the Angora cat will be close be-
side him.