Mrs. Devoe, a widow of sixty-five, and her cat, Dolly, aged nineteen, kept house and boarded the school-master.

That beastly cat in the room again!

My Lord, I feare I trouble you too long: Wilt please your Lordships taste th[e]is homely cates? Corn.

she would say, making a little grimace of disgust which she had brought with her from her northern home; "that noisy, mewling cat, purring and stroking her face, in the window, I cannot abide her.

That night, after Jewel was asleep, and the cat outside had ceased yowling, Martin climbed stealthily out of bed and went on his knees, praying with all the fervour of his big being for snow.

" "Haven't I told you?" said the gray cat, pettishly; "it's her temper: