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FOUB-HANDED FOLK. 



pieces ; he shouted at her ; he pounded the par- 

 tition and shook the bars; he fairly jumped up 

 and down in passion. If anything was given to 

 her he raised a riot ; and when his audience paid 

 attention to her, he behaved like a tiger out of 

 the jungle. In fact he showed himself to be a 

 ferocious wild beast. There is no doubt that he 

 would have killed her instantly had she been in 

 his power. 



But Kitty was protected by her bars, and 

 gradually he grew more amiable, though with 

 occasional relapses into his original sentiments 

 that augured ill for Miss Kitty's future. He 

 grew wily after a little, and made use of other 

 tactics to get her within reach. He came to the 

 bars, coaxed and chattered, and was very socia- 

 ble till she came near, when he blinded her with 

 a handful of sawdust. Poor Kitty retired in dis- 

 gust, while Crowley scampered around his cage 

 in a frenzy of joy, chuckling, turning somersets, 

 and indulging in the maddest of frolics. 



Again, he thrust his long arms outside his 

 cage, in front, and around into her cage, his 

 hand feeling about to seize whatever it might 

 touch. Sometimes Kitty avoided it ; sometimes 

 she took hold of it ; occasionally she gave it 

 a playful bite, upon which he jerked it back, 

 rushed around his floor to gather a handful of 

 sawdust, again put his arm through the bars, 



