The Slum Cat 
aisles were more crowded. He picked his way 
down them, but still no Kitty, and he decided 
that it was a mistake; the judges had rejected 
the Cat later. Never mind; he had his exhib- 
itor’s ticket, and now knew where several val- 
uable Persians and Angoras were to be found. 
In the middle of the centre aisle were the 
high-class Cats. A great throng was there. The 
passage was roped, and two policemen were in 
place to keep the crowd moving. Jap wriggled 
in among them; he was too short to see over, 
and though the richly gowned folks shrunk from 
his shabby old clothes, he could not get near; 
but he gathered from the remarks that the gem 
of the show was there. 
“Oh, is n’t she a beauty!” said one tall 
woman. 
“What distinction!” was the reply. 
“One cannot mistake the air that comes only 
from ages of the most refined surroundings.” 
“How I should like to own that superb 
creature !” 
“Such dignity —such repose !” 
“ She has an authentic pedigree nearly back 
to the Pharaohs, I hear”; and poor, dirty little 
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