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It is the crowning circumstance of his earnest, heartfelt reception; and Kit fairly puts his arm round Whisker's neck and hugs him. Happy Christopher! the darkest days of his life are past the brightest are yet to be. Let us wish him all joy and prosperity and leave him on the threshold of manhood! Jo lives in a ruinous place, known to the likes of him by the name of Tom-all-Alone's.
But as they watched him beat the burning bushes to a blackened mass, they saw that Uncle Squeaky knew what he was doing. "Neighbor Squeaky has saved Dr. Whisker's house. That burned patch cannot burn again, Sir Spider," cried Daddy Grasshopper. "Come on. We will make a little fire around Pa Field-Mouse's cottage." "Pile of Rails Cottage is on fire!" cried Scamper Squeaky as he trotted by.
Granny, Mammy and Aunt Squeaky were good cooks and they forgot their sadness in their preparations to celebrate the holiday. And so it was a jolly, thankful party which sat down to the feast at Grand-daddy Whisker's long table which was laden with good things for their Thanksgiving dinner. It was twilight time. Silver Ears, Dot and Buster were sitting in the fragrant hay.
And all was so still in the world that I heard the quiet remark "She's round," passed in a tone of intense relief between two seamen. "Let go and haul." The foreyards ran round with a great noise, amidst cheery cries. And now the frightful whisker's made themselves heard giving various orders. Already the ship was drawing ahead. And I was alone with her.
To and fro they paced, balancing sometimes with hysterical precision on the ledge of the parapet, passing each other at whisker's length, but cutting each other dead! Not a cat had a look or a sniff for his fellow; not a cat so much as guessed at another's existence. Among those hundred-and-three restless spirits there was not a cat but did not affect to believe that a hundred-and-two were away!
It was then that Kit presented himself at the pony's head, and touched his hat with a smile. "Why, bless me," cried the old gentleman, "the lad is here! My dear, do you see?" "I said I'd be here, sir," said Kit, patting Whisker's neck. "I hope you've had a pleasant ride, sir. He's a very nice little pony." "My dear," said the old gentleman. "This is an uncommon lad; a good lad, I'm sure."
There is one friend he has not seen yet, and as he cannot be conveniently introduced into the family circle, by reason of his being an iron-shod quadruped, Kit takes the first opportunity of slipping away and hurrying to the stable. It is the crowning circumstance of his earnest, heartfelt reception; and Kit fairly puts his arm round Whisker's neck and hugs him.
It was then that Kit presented himself at the pony's head, and touched his hat with a smile. 'Why, bless me, cried the old gentleman, 'the lad is here! My dear, do you see? 'I said I'd be here, Sir, said Kit, patting Whisker's neck. 'I hope you've had a pleasant ride, sir. He's a very nice little pony. 'My dear, said the old gentleman. 'This is an uncommon lad; a good lad, I'm sure.
We dare not fail, for if we do, the galaxy will continue under human rule, their lack of Talent causing them to stumble from crisis to crisis, a whisker's width from disaster and complete chaos at any moment. Worse, they will drag us along with them. It is symptomatic that except for Irschcha itself, our people have no voice in Imperial government.
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