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some other nest into which he might put 

 it. He drifted back to the barn. The 

 mew of a young Kitten caught his ear. 

 He went to the manger. Here was the 

 old Cat with the one Kitten that had 

 been left her of her brood born two days 

 back. Remembrance of many Field-mice, 

 Chipmunks and some Squirrels killed by 

 that old green-eyed huntress, struck a 

 painful note. Yes ! No matter what he 

 did, the old Cat would surely get, kill, 

 and eat the orphan Squirrel. 



Then he yielded to a sudden impulse 

 and said: "Here it is, eat it now." He 

 dropped the little stranger into the nest 

 beside the Kitten. The Cat turned to- 

 ward it, smelled it suspiciously once or 

 twice, then licked its back, picked it up in 

 her mouth, and tucked it under her arm, 

 where half an hour later the boy found 

 it taking dinner alongside its new-found 

 foster-brother, while the motherly old 



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