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traps. Is it one of them ? But we don’t need 
any box-traps here, for there’s nothing to 
catch.” 
But Willard, by this time, had torn off 
the cover. . . . The box was opened wide at 
last, and oh ! wonder of wonders ! here was 
the little white cat, their beautiful Zephyr, 
looking up at them with questioning eyes. > 
The shout that went up ended suddenly 
with the peculiarly happy screech of an In- 
dian warwhoop, a sound they had not heard 
from Edwy’s lips for many a month. In- 
stead of jumping out of her box at once. 
Zephyr sat up on her cushion, and began to 
wash her face with her velvet paw, and when 
she saw Edwy, she began at once that high- 
toned purr, as if to show her gratitude, that 
after her long journey, she had found her 
friends. Her next act was to jump out of 
her box, after one look at their glad faces, 
and another glance from floor to ceiling and 
from ceiling to floor, she started on a wild 
