The Slum Cat 
not send the Slum Cat to the show now coming 
on? The failure of the year before made him 
more careful as to details. ‘’T won’t do, ye 
kneow, Sammy, to henter ’er as a tramp Cat, ye 
kneow,” he observed to his help; “but it kin 
bearranged to suit the Knickerbockers. Nothink 
like a good noime, ye kneow. Ye see now it 
had orter be ‘Royal’ somethink or other — 
nothink goes with the Knickerbockers like 
‘Royal’ anythink. Now ‘Royal Dick,’ or 
‘Royal Sam,’ ’ow’s that? But ’owld on; them’s 
Tom names. Oi say, Sammy, wot’s the noime 
of that island where ye wuz born?” 
“ Analostan Island, sah, was my native vicin- 
ity, sah.” 
“Oi say, now, that’s good, ye kneow. ‘Royal 
Analostan,’ by Jove! The onliest pedigreed 
‘Royal Analostan’ in the ’ole sheow, ye 
kneow. Ain’t that foine?” and they mingled 
their cackles. 
“But we ll ’ave to ’ave a pedigree, ye 
kneow.” Soa very long fake pedigree on the 
recognized lines was prepared. One dark after- 
noon Sam, in a borrowed silk hat, delivered the 
Cat and the pedigree at the show door. The 
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