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Updated: June 24, 2025
Since her philanthropy was confined entirely to cats, it is not remarkable that philanthropy, and not intelligence, was the chief characteristic of Lady Ryehampton.
Lady Ryehampton breathed a sigh of satisfaction. She invited them all to lunch at The Plough, where she had stayed the night; and Mrs. Pittaway racked her brains and strained all the resources of her simple establishment to make the lunch worthy of its giver. As she told her neighbors later, nobody knew what it was to have a lady of title in the house.
And we've saved quite a lot." His limpid blue eyes were wells of candor. Lady Ryehampton uttered a short snort; and her eyes flashed. "Do you mean to tell me that your Uncle Maurice is fond enough of cats to bring them all the way from London to a cats' home at Deeping? He hates cats, and always has!" she said fiercely. "Of course, I hate cats," said Sir Maurice with cold severity.
The crowning effect was the feeding of the kittens, which was indeed a very pretty sight, since twenty-three kittens could not feed together without many pauses to gambol and play. The only thing about the home which was not quite to the liking of Lady Ryehampton was the board over the door.
Since immediate delivery was part of the bargain, he forthwith put the planks on a hand-cart and wheeled them up to Colet House. The Twins, eager to be at work, helped him. For the rest of the day the Terror applied his indisputable constructive genius to the creation of cat-hutches. That evening Erebus wrote his warm letter of thanks to Lady Ryehampton.
Do you call saving children from careless habits senseless interference?" cried Sir Maurice indignantly. "You had no business to interfere without consulting me," said Lady Ryehampton. Then, with a return of suspicion, she said: "But I want to see this cats' home now!" "I'll take you at once," said the Terror quickly, and politely he opened the door. They all went, Mrs.
Lady Ryehampton's face softened to Erebus to Erebus, the instructor of parrots. Sir Maurice joined them. His eyes were red and moist, as if they had but now been full of tears. "It's a very creditable piece of work," he said in a tone of warm approval. Lady Ryehampton looked round the home once more; and her face fell. She said uneasily: "But you must be heavily in debt."
"Visiting cats?" said Lady Ryehampton and Sir Maurice together. "Yes: we encourage the cats about here to come to the home so that if ever they are left homeless they will know where to come," said the Terror, looking at Lady Ryehampton with eyes that were limpid wells of guilelessness. "Now that's a very clever idea!" she exclaimed.
In the end it was decided that Sir Maurice should make terms with one of the dealers from whom he had bought them, and that the Twins should forward them to that dealer. The next day the Twins discussed what should be done with this unexpected ten pounds which Lady Ryehampton had bestowed on the home. Erebus was for at once increasing their salaries to three shillings a week.
She did not know that the Terror dug him sharply in the ribs as Erebus kicked him joyfully on the ankle-bone; that they had simultaneously realized that the future of the home, the wages of "overseering," were secure. Lady Ryehampton did not easily tear herself away from the home; and the Terror did all he could to foster her interest in it.
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