270 HOME AND GARDEN 



I have only once seen a pussy in church. It 

 was not a parish church, but the chapel of one 

 of the great London hospitals. The congregation 

 was assembled and was awaiting the entrance of 

 the chaplain, when a young pussy of an age some- 

 where between cat and kitten solemnly marched, 

 with tail erect, up the middle gangway. Without 

 hesitation, and as if fulfilling a usual duty, he 

 made for the reading-desk, entered it, and for an 

 instant was lost to view. But a moment later 

 head and shoulders appeared above the desk, and a 

 small wise face looked round with an air of quiet 

 assurance and professional unconcern. I quite ex- 

 pected to see the little paws reverently folded, and 

 to hear a tiny voice say : " Let us purr " ! 



