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He was an imaginative lad, and, when much excited, apt to see "two hundred black cats fighting in the yard," when there was only a frolicsome kitten chasing its tail; and at such times he had the bad habit of running his words together. He was just the one to send on the errand, so far as speed was concerned; but when he burst into the doctor's cabin, shouting,
"Cat's fur for kitten breeches," he retorted without any evidence of originality, we must confess. Whereat she stung him to the heart with a sweet smile and promptly sang for him this ancient ballad of childhood: "What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Snakes and snails, And puppy dog's tails, And that's what little boys are made of."
Backing with a start of affected surprise at the sight of the strained cable, she pounced on it like a kitten, while the spray of her descent burst through the hawse-holes with the report of a gun. Shaking her head, she would say: "Well, I'm sorry I can't stay any longer with you. I'm going North," and would sidle off, halting suddenly with a dramatic rattle of her rigging.
"Most charming, certainly; but scarcely such a child. She is seventeen, you know, my dear signora." "Seventeen! Santo Dio! And what is one at seventeen but an innocent, playful, charming little kitten?" "You are always right, madame," agreed the signorino; but he looked as if he thought she were very wrong. "Of course I am right," laughed the little lady.
Caius stooped on the rock, putting his hand near the water as he might have done had he been calling to a kitten or a baby. "Come, my pretty one, come," he called softly in soothing tones. The eyes of the water-nymph blinked at him through wet-fringed lids. "Come near; I will not hurt you," urged Caius, helpless to do aught but offer blandishment.
Bazarov went late to bed, and all night long he was harassed by disordered dreams.... Madame Odintsov kept appearing in them, now she was his mother, and she was followed by a kitten with black whiskers, and this kitten seemed to be Fenitchka; then Pavel Petrovitch took the shape of a great wood, with which he had yet to fight.
When Raphael, absorbed in happy musing, had forgotten the existence of the newspaper, Pauline flew upon it, crumpled it up into a ball, and threw it out into the garden; the kitten sprang after the rotating object, which spun round and round, as politics are wont to do. This childish scene recalled Raphael to himself. He would have gone on reading, and felt for the sheet he no longer possessed.
Agatha had been laughing at it, alternately flushing up or looking scornful, as her mouth had a natural propensity for looking; balancing herself occasionally on the arm of the sofa, which, being rather small and of a light figure, she could do with both impunity and grace; or else rushing to the open window, ostensibly to let her black kitten investigate street-sights from its mistress's shoulder.
"You see, I told the tradespeople to send in weekly books and and if I don't pay, they'll wonder." "Don't fret yourself, kitten. I'll give it to you. But " Osborn put down his coffee cup in a final way. "The fact is, Marie, you see I don't want you to think me mean " "Oh, Osborn!" "No, but the fact is, it just happens I'm able to give it to you to-day, because I've got a little in the bank.
"In Manchuria, on the coast, on the Crystal Sea." The kitten came running into the kitchen, and at once leaped on to the end of Sky-High's pigtail. The boy gave his pigtail a sudden whisk. "Pie-cat?" asked he. "No, no!" said Mrs. Van Buren in horror. "We have no pie-cats in this country. Was there an English teacher in your house?"
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