IN THE WHITE WOODS 



long ago used to draw on their slates. 

 They came almost to my feet and I was 

 beginning to feel that my fancy of invisi- 

 bility was very real after all when with 

 a twitter of alarm and a single united 

 action they whirred into the air and van- 

 ished over the treetops. 



I turned away in chagrin. The magic 

 was destroyed, evidently, and in turning 

 I saw the cause. Just behind me in the 

 snow with quivering tail and green eyes 

 glaring accusingly was the family cat. 

 He was hunting far from home, but I 

 saw contemptuous recognition in his eyes 

 and I knew he was thinking that here 

 was that great, clumsy creature that was 

 always scaring away his game. 



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