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Howell, the editor of a luridly radical Socialist weekly paper, whom Judith called in private the "old puss-cat" on account of his soft, rather weak voice and mild, ingratiating ways. Yes, the co-ed had been right, one met at the Marshalls' every variety of person except the exclusive. These habitués of the house came and went with the greatest familiarity.
He sat down close to the low shelf and listened to the motherly purring, now and then speaking and putting out his hand to touch the warm fur. The phosphorescent light in the green eyes was a comfort in itself. "We shall get out of this both of us," he said. "We shall not be here very long, Puss-cat." He was not troubled by the fear of being really hungry for some time.
Oh, we'll get a nice tame kind puss-cat of a dragon, but that dragon will not be your Aunt Julia! Let me go, I say. I thought you didn't care about anything any more?" "I didn't know there could be anything to care for," said Betty honestly, "especially Paris. Well, I won't if you hate it so, but oh, aunt " She still sat on the floor by the chair her aunt had left, and thought and thought.
Jan leaned forward once more, and passed his little hand softly down the baby's face twice or thrice, as he was wont to stroke the sandy kitten, as it slept with him, saying, "Poor itta pussy!" "It's not a puss-cat, bless his little heart!" said the matter-of- fact nurse. "It's little Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby." "Say it, love!" said Mrs. Lake, adding, to the nurse, "he can say any thing, mum."
So far as he can remember he did, and she checked him and was rather cross, declaring just like the puss-cat that he must not do such things, that she would not have come out with him had she thought he was going to misbehave himself in that way. But she is not really angry with him. How can she be? Was it not he who wrote that her hair was enchanted?
But the author questions this origin, and is more inclined to agree with a Turkish Minister of Religion, sometime Ambassador to France, that the ape, "weary of a sedentary life" in the Ark, paid his attentions to a very agreeable young lioness, whose infidelities resulted in the birth of a Tom-cat and a Puss-cat, and that these, combining the qualities of their parents, spread through the Ark un esprit de coquetterie which lasted during the whole of the sojourn there.
"Little pigs!" she added in low tones only heard by the author and Mr. Red House. But Mr. Red House said in a whisper that no one overheard except Mrs. R. H. and the present author. "Don't, Puss-cat; it's no good. The poor little pariah wouldn't like it. And these kids only do what their parents teach them." If the author didn't know what a stainless gentleman Mr.
"I will crawl back and forth and go over every inch of the floor with my hands until I find it. If I go over every inch, I shall find it." So he kneeled down and began to crawl, and the cat watched him and purred. "We shall get out, Puss-cat," he said to her. "I told you we should." He crawled from the door to the wall at the side of the shelves, and then he crawled back again.
Out from behind the Evening Press table and through a scattering huddle of newspaper reporters, stepping on the balls of his feet as lightly as a puss-cat, emerged Major Putnam Stone. His sleeves were turned back off his wrists and his vest flared open. His head was thrust forward so that the tuft of goatee on his chin stuck straight out ahead of him like a little burgee in a fair breeze.
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