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No doubt she saw the watch the moment it fell; and to use your expression, Mr. Templeton, she jumped at it like a dolphin at a silver spoon." The landlord laughed. "But the mystery is," said he, "how she got back to the house without being seen. She must have been pretty spry." "O Mag, Mag, to think I never once thought to look after you!" exclaimed Mrs. McQuilken, penitently.
They slept late, every one of them, and even the woodpeckers, tapping on the roof next morning, failed to arouse them with their "Jacob, Jacob, wake up, wake up, Jacob!" After breakfast Edith happened to leave the dining-room just behind Mrs. McQuilken, who held her two cats cuddled up in her arms like babies, and was kissing their foreheads and calling them "mamma's precious darlings."
Step by step Dotty came down from the mountain-top, and, before breakfast was ready, had led her visitor through the morning dew to the playhouse under the trees, chatting all the way as if nothing had happened. It proved that the money belonged to Abner. He had missed it several weeks before, and ever since that had been suspecting old Daniel McQuilken, a day laborer, of stealing it.
As Edith heard this she could not help smiling, and Mrs. McQuilken paused in the entry a moment to say: "I guess you like cats." "I do, ma'am. Oh, yes, very much." "That's right. I like to see children fond of animals. Now, I've got a new kitty upstairs, a zebra kitty, that you'd be pleased with. It's a beauty, and such a tail! Come up to my room and see it if you want to. My room's Number Five.
"Oh, it won't go," said Mrs. McQuilken. "The inside seems worse off, if anything, than the outside. 'Twill have to have new works." "Very likely. But it is so precious to me, madam, that even in this condition I'm glad to get it back again. Pray, where has it been?" "Right here in this room. Didn't you understand me to confess to stealing it?
I hear they're going to bring down the engine from the big plant and try to start it up again." Edith had no idea what she meant by the "big plant," so made no reply. Mrs. McQuilken went back to the subject of cats. "Did you know the Egyptians used to worship cats? Well, sometimes they did. And when their cats died they went into mourning for them." "How queer!"
If the watch had ever been dropped here, it certainly was not here now. She and Jimmy turned and walked home in the twilight, or as Mrs. McQuilken called it, "the dimmets," and poor Jimmy drew a cloud of gloom about him like a cloak. They looked on the ground at every step of the way. "There's a piece of chaparral over there. Did you go through that?" asked Mrs. Dunlee.
"Mamma thinks cats are cold-hearted," said she, hugging Zee to her bosom. "She says they don't love anybody." "I deny it!" exclaimed Mrs. McQuilken, indignantly. "Tell your mother to make a study of cats and she'll know better." Edith looked rather frightened. "Yes'm, I'll tell her." "They have very deep feelings and folks ought to know it. Now, listen, little girl. I had two maltese kittens once.
"She's a perfect oddity," said Mrs. Hale. "See those two centre tail-feathers, so very long, barred with black and tipped with white." "Yes," said Mr. Dunlee, "and the red bill and red legs. She's a brilliant creature, Mrs. McQuilken." "Well, you'll try to forgive her, won't you, sir?
McQuilken had just mended Zee's bleeding member with a piece of court-plaster. All the boarders were grouped about on the lawn and veranda talking it over. Mrs. Dunlee held in her lap a very forlorn and crumpled little bundle of kitty; and Edith and Eddo were crying as if their hearts would break. "That beautiful, beautiful tail!" sobbed Edith.
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