Scragg/es* Last Day 77 



learned only a few days before, and 

 several times she hopped up from my 

 desk, when I put her off the paper as I 

 wrote, and perched quite contentedly on 

 my shoulder or squatted on the back of 

 my neck. 



Several times during the day she had 

 begged to be taken up and had fussed 

 around my pencils, and once or twice 

 had fought my pen as I wrote. Placing 

 her on my lap, she snuggled down there 

 contentedly until some movement dis- 

 turbed her. Once, and the only time I 

 knew her to do it, she tried to fly up 

 from my lap to the desk. When she 

 failed she looked up with such a queer 

 expression that I could not help putting 

 down my hand for her, into which she 

 immediately hopped. 



We had had a good two hours together 



