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I can assure my readers that poor pussy's head and green eyes peering out of the arms of one of the storm-battered sailors as they struggled up Deal beach was a beautiful and most touching sight. Having lingered and examined this wreck as long as we dared, we now tried to get out of the great circle in which we were enclosed.

'Isn't it unsatisfactory to be cut off from choice in such a matter? There, Jack! I tell you! If I could choose, I would choose Pussy from all the pretty girls in the world. 'But you have not got to choose. 'That's what I complain of. My dead and gone father and Pussy's dead and gone father must needs marry us together by anticipation.

He rose slowly from his corner, and followed Otto out of the barn behind Pussy. When they got well out of the yard, Otto said, "You can take this basket, Joggi; we are going up there to our house. Your way is down yonder." But Joggi shook his head, and followed close to Pussy's heels. They all went up the hill.

There was no hesitation in the answer to this. It was "that sort"; that is, the colour of Pussy's stomach, unequivocal white. And which did Dave like best an unfair question which deserved and got a Parliamentary answer. "All free," said Dave. But this was merely colour of hair, a superficial distinction. How about Granny Marrowbone's nose.

Lilian at first rewarded this friendliness only with absent stroking, but when she had drunk her tea and eaten a slice of bread and butter the melancholy mood dispersed; pussy's sportiveness was then abundantly indulged, and for awhile Lilian seemed no less merry than her companion.

His little sister stood perfectly still in the middle of the room without stirring, which was such an unusual circumstance, that Trine looked over her shoulder two or three times to see what it could mean. Now that Otto was equipped, it was Pussy's turn to sit down and be attended to; but she stood stock still, and did not stir.

Sebastian's fifteen years ago, by way of envelope for 'pussy, and which, to the best of pussy's knowledge, was the one sole memorandum of papa ever heard of at St. Sebastian's. Pussy, however, saw no use in revising and correcting the text of papa's remembrances. She showed her usual prudence, and her usual incomparable decision.

I suppose "Sailor" can never have read the "Jackdaw of Rheims," but he certainly looked the words of that conceited bird as he strutted proudly along before the admiral; and I feel assured that, though the commander-in-chief may not have thought much about the matter, there was no doubt in pussy's mind as to his being one of the "greatest folk here to-day."

Pussy's morals, she knew, were of the strictly serviceable sort, and she was gladder than ever that she had prodded Archie into having the ceremony performed at once. Now Pussy could do nothing but scold. But Miss Comstock accepted only the inevitable, and she was not yet convinced that the visit to the consulate and the ceremony there constituted an inevitable marriage.

"So we will to-morrow," said Daisy. "Ask her, please, if I may take the kits into the house, if I'll be very careful and give them a nice big bed to sleep in." "She says you may; but she must go too, else the kits will cry," said Wee, after listening to Pussy's purr a minute.