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"Oh yes, if I may!" and Rosy skipped to the new seat with a smile which plainly proved that this sort of welcome was just what she liked. "Now, Cicely, why will you put such an idea into Rosamond's head when you know we can't have kittens round the house for Sister to stumble over, not to mention the mischief the horrid things always do? Tabby is all the child needs, with her doll.
But there was one day when the strung nerves gave way when, as she says, "I fairly broke down for ten minutes; sat and cried like a fool. Tabby could neither stand nor walk. Papa had just been declaring that Martha was in imminent danger. I was myself depressed with headache and sickness. That day I hardly knew what to do, or where to turn. Thank God!
A tabby cat, which had been asleep by the fire, got up, stretched itself, and came purring round its mistress's chair. "Pussy knows it's tea-time," said Mrs. Tryon, bending down to stroke the creature. Elsie rose to depart. "One word more," she said, stooping to bring her lips closer to the deaf ear. Mrs. Tryon glanced up impatiently. "I never could stand many questions," she muttered.
He found her sitting on the veranda beside the friendly tabby of his last night's acquaintance, and far, apparently, from feeling the need of reparation through him.
The money, they say, was paid Peter out of his purse; and he wanted Peter to give him a deed of this house and land, which Peter swore he would not do." "Just as I swore to John Brown, my old partner," remarked Peter. "But this is all nonsense, Tabby! I don't believe the story."
Lucy Snowe may have had time for window-gazing, but not Charlotte Brontë, what with her writing and her dusting, sweeping, ironing, bed-making, and taking the eyes out of the potatoes for poor old Tabby, who was too blind to see them. Window-gazing of all things! Mrs. Oliphant could not have fixed upon a habit more absurdly at variance with Charlotte's character. Mr.
I never saw such color in a cat. Course she meant ON a cat but we understood what she meant. 'Are they a very rare breed? she asked. Nate said they was and " Miss Hunniwell interrupted. "But they weren't, were they?" she cried. "I never knew they were anything more than plain tabby." Jed shook his head. "Nate said they was," he went on solemnly. "He said they were awful rare.
But the feline expletives were all thrown away; for Catch was only "full of fun and with nobody to play with him," like Peter Mooney's goose, and had only chased pussy in the natural exuberance of his spirits, having no "hard feelings" towards her, or any desire, I know, to injure her soft tabby fur.
"It don't take Moore no time to throw a gun on Cherokee where he's consoomin' flapjacks at the O. K. House, an' tell him the committee needs him at the New York Store. Cherokee don't buck none, but comes along, passive as a tabby cat. "'Whatever's the hock kyard to all this? he says to Jack Moore. 'Is it this Stingin' Lizard play a month ago?
Still, Miss Tabby, full of her own subject, scarcely noticed the pain she was inflicting, so she continued: "And jes that minute they happened either to see or to hear me, I don't know which. Anyways, they looks up, and whew! they jumps apart as if a fire-cracker had gone off between 'em! Well, I tells my lady as her child is sick, and she jumps up, impatient like, to go and look after him.
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