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wild through the woods and underbrush, near 
the woods and the lake. 
“But would you believe it, Willard?” he 
said to his brother, “they come back to our 
camp, just as soon as they hear my voice 
shouting to them, half a mile away, and then 
they begin to show up out of the under- 
brush.” 
It was always jolly at his Aunt’s camp, 
for in his own camp, he feared the rabbits 
and the kitten might not agree, and he and 
Willard were quite as much at home in the 
one place as the other. 
The only time when the kitten had visited 
their camp on the hill was once, when they 
had all been away a few days, and when 
both camps were empty for that length of 
time. 
On coming back, the very first thing they 
saw, in front of Edwy’s father’s camp, was 
the little white kitten sitting on the door-step, 
crying a glad welcome to them, arching its 
