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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Oh, I heard him!" cried Freddie. "So did I!" declared Dinah. Instantly all the other Bobbseys were on the scene. "He's somewhere down here," said Dinah. "Call him, Freddie!" "Snoop! Snoop!" called the boy again. "Me-ow me-ow!" came a distant answer.
On this night, however, Pussy Me-ow Simmons, ignoring Mrs. Van Tassell, turned to Oliver. "Ollie," he whispered the formalities had ceased between the members of the Skylarks "got anything to do to-night?" "No; why?"
The pale-faced young fellow at the piano, with bulging watch-crystal eye-glasses and hair tucked behind his ears, was the well-known, all-round musician, Wenby Simmons otherwise known as "Pussy Me-ow" a name associated in some way with the strings of his violin. This virtuoso played in the orchestra at the Winter Garden, and occupied the bedroom next to Fred's.
It was some time before he was discovered; not, indeed, till an apple, tumbling down from a branch of a tree, chanced to hit the very tip of his little gray nose. Thereupon he uttered a surprised "me-ow," with an accent that belonged to George W. alone. "There's that cat, coming along, too," observed Hilda, "isn't he a little tag-tail?"
His sneezing made him bump his head against the kitchen shelf, and at a point where sat a bowl of rice pudding. Part of the pudding was plastered to his forehead, while the balance turned over on to the cat sleeping on the floor. "Me-ow!" wailed the cat, and started across the kitchen on a run, nearly upsetting Mrs. Green in its hurry to get away from more trouble. "Stop!
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