THE BRIGHTON CATS

MABEL AND May, the twins, were very fond of cats.
From the time when they first toddled about the house and
garden, they had a pet kitten that was their special pride
and joy. Strange to say, under these circumstances, this
kitten had a very comfortable though active existence,
and seemed to think that, instead of the twins owning
it, it owned the twins.

Well, one happy day when May and Mabel were eight
years old, their Uncle Jack came home from a long visit—
in fact, as Mabel said, he had been away from them “a
He always had lived on Long Island, but

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whole half-year.’
now he had been to Europe, and that, the twins insisted,
“made a ereat difference.” He had seen the bears at Berne ;
the poll-parrots at Havre ; the lions and tigers at Hamburg ;
the monstrous birds and all the wonderful things in the
Jardin des Plantes in Paris ; and the fishes and sea-marvels
in the London Aquarium. But best of all, to the twins,
he had seen the amazing and delightful Brighton cats —
those highly intelligent and dramatic creatures that, at one
time, were celebrated throughout Great Britain,
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