Bife on 



Rex playing together. Sometimes he would go 

 lumbering across the yard while she, plainly dis- 

 pleased at the fast pace, hurried after with an in- 

 cessant scolding chatter as much as to say: * Don't 

 go so fast, old fellow. How do you expect me to 

 keep up ? ' Sometimes, when Rex was lying 

 down eating a bone, she would stand on one of 

 his fore legs and quietly pick away at the bone. 



" The girls frequently went out to call her, and 

 did so by whistling * Bob White.' She never 

 failed to answer promptly, and her response 

 sounded like chee chos, chee chos, which she ut- 

 tered before hurrying to them. 



" One summer morning I found her at the 

 kitchen door waiting to be let out. I opened the 

 door and watched her go tripping down the steps. 

 When she started across the yard I cautioned her 

 to ' be a little lady, and don't get too far away.' 

 Rex was away that morning, and soon one of the 

 girls went out to call her. Repeated calls brought 

 no answer. We all started searching. We won- 

 dered if the cat had caught her, or if she had 

 been lured away by the winning calls of her kind. 

 Beneath a cherry tree near the kitchen door, just 



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