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Tib moves his man. Then Miss Moffit moves hers. On
comes Tib again, this time moving two men at once. In-
stantly Moflit moves three. The game now grows serious.
Moftit’s men press so thickly on Tib’s that suddenly he
elves all of them a shove, and Miss Moffit is check-mated !
Then Tib is grand. Leaning his elbows on the table, and

 

MISS MOFFIT HANGS THE CLOTHES TO DRy.

tipping his head sideways, he looks severely at Moffit until
she fairly glares.

After this all the pussies are, perhaps, requested to
wash for their master. And they do it, too, in fine style,
though, when they are through, Tib and Pimpkins gen-
erally squabble for a bath in the tub, or pretend to do
so. The fact is, they hate soapy water; but being great
actors, they scorn to show their real feelings while per-

forming. Meanwhile Miss Moffit takes the clothes they
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