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"But your aunt is in agony, my boy. Here, let me take the cat to her." He stretched out his hands to take the cat from my shoulder, but Buzzy's eyes dilated and he began to swear, making my uncle start back, for he dreaded a scratch from anything but a rose thorn, and those he did not mind. "Would you mind taking him to your aunt, Natty, my boy?" he said.
Jerry waved an elaborately careless hand. "Like the race in Alice in Wonderland: 'All won. Perhaps one of you wise women of Hamilton can tell us if anyone else is invited to Busy Buzzy's office party." "Silence was the answer," put in Marjorie mischievously, as no one essayed a reply to Jerry's satirical question. "Helen ought to be," Jerry said stoutly.
"Oh you wicked, wicked boy," she cried as I came up; "what were you doing?" "Only playing at tiger-hunting, aunt," I said. "With my poor darling Buzzy! Come to its own mistress then, Buzzy," she cried pityingly. "Did the wicked, cruel boy oh dear!" Wur-r-ur! spit, spit! That was Buzzy's reply to his mistress's attempt to take him from my shoulder, and he made an attempt to scratch.
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