Art and Science 



her game perfectly well, and enjoyed it keenly. 

 It was equally plain that the fly could not 

 make head or tail of what it was all about. If 

 it had been able to do so it would have gone 

 to play in the upper part of the window, where 

 the cat could not reach it. Perhaps it was 

 always hoping to get through the glass, and 

 escape that way; anyhow, it kept pretty 

 much to the same pane, no matter how often 

 it was rolled. At last, however, the fly, for 

 some reason or another, did not reappear on 

 the pane, and the cat began looking every- 

 where to find it. Her annoyance when she 

 failed to do so was extreme. It was not only 

 that she had lost her fly, but that she could 

 not conceive how she should have ever come 

 to do so. Presently she noted a small knot in 

 the woodwork of the sill, and it flashed upon 

 her that she had accidentally killed the fly, 

 and that this was its dead body. She tried to 

 move it gently with her paw, but it was no 

 use, and for the time she satisfied herself that 

 the knot and the fly had nothing to do with 

 one another. Every now and then, however, 

 she returned to it as though it were the only 



