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It would be no great harm, the little girl reasoned, trying to stifle the warnings and reproaches of conscience, if she should let pussy take the blame. Mamma was kind, and wouldn't have pussy beaten, and pussy's feelings wouldn't be hurt, either, by the suspicion.
"Oh, yes, mother," interrupted Susie; "and, don't you think, sometimes Annie would pull pussy's tail and make her say 'Mew, and we made believe that one of the little girls cried to go to her mother." "Yes," said Annie, "and after a while we made believe she was naughty, and sent her home."
He arose, called his servant, and presently rode off at a sharp trot towards the town. And for several days he continued to go there, to hear if the investigation had produced any result. On the fourth day he came home towards evening, and sent word to Mrs. Ritter, who was seated by Pussy's bed, that he had something important to tell her.
There was a hole there, and there was a nest in it, but pussy's paw could no more have gone down it than a cannon-ball would run through a tobacco-pipe.
So saying, she put down the frying-pan, and commenced singing as loud as she could, "Hush-a-bye, baby, Pussy's a lady." "Ay, now you're vexed, I daresay," continued she, as she walked into the back kitchen. All this time, my father had been at the door looking on, which she had not perceived. My father then came in. "What's your name, my lad?" said he.
"Pussy's been sleepin' on your box all the afternoon, sir," said the maid when I came in to tea. "I couldn't get her to come off; and when I did turn her out of the room, I do believe she climbed up and got in again by the winder." "I don't mind at all," I said; "let her be there if she likes." And indeed I felt quite grateful to the cat.
A collision with a jinrikisha that treats me to a header, and another with a diminutive Jap, that bowls him over like a ninepin, and a third with a bobtailed cat, that damages nothing but pussy's dignity, enter into my reminiscences of Fukuoko. The numbers of jinrikishas, and the peculiar habits of the people, necessitate lynx-eyed vigilance to prevent collisions every hour of the day.
"Do you know who this little girl turns out to be? She's Brocky Day's girl. Surely you remember Brocky Day?" But "Pussy" was still haranguing the town selectman upon his crimes of omission and could not give her attention to Janice. "Anyhow, dear, won't you come and see us? Pussy's disturbed a mite now; but she'll love to have you come, too.
Drood, in my innocently referring to your betrothal? 'By George! cries Edwin, leading on again at a somewhat quicker pace; 'everybody in this chattering old Cloisterham refers to it I wonder no public-house has been set up, with my portrait for the sign of The Betrothed's Head. Or Pussy's portrait. One or the other. 'I am not accountable for Mr.
Bab always chose a funny piece, and on this afternoon set them all laughing by the spirit with which she spoke the droll poem, "Pussy's Class," which some of my young readers may have read.
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