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was watching the door of my room. I tried to call 

 to him, but I could not. I felt as frightened as 

 though the cat were after me. 



Then I knew that the cat saw him. Stealthily 

 it crept nearer. Would he never turn and see it ? 



Suddenly some faint sound made me look be- 

 hind me. There was a cat in my room, and it was 

 at me — at me — that it glared. 



I sat quite still. I tried to shriek, but my voice 

 died away in a pitiful peep. The door opened and 

 my mistress came in. Miss May was just back of 

 her. 



"Oh, the cat!" shrieked my mistress. "He is 

 after my robin." She ran at the cat to drive it 

 from the room. 



" Don't you dare to hurt my cat," screamed Miss 

 May. 



The charm the cat had thrown over me was 

 broken. I flew wildly to the window, beating my- 

 self against the glass. All was confusion. 



At last the cat was turned out. Miss May fol- 

 lowed it saying that the cat should not be treated 

 so, and that her mamma didn't like having that 

 nasty bird kept there at any rate. 



Then my mistress took me in her hands and 



