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Pussy Meow 
answer, for I knew the moment I saw her gentle 
face and soft brown eyes, that she had a tender and 
sympathetic heart. I think I must have taken a 
nap on her lap, for it seemed in a very little while 
the boat stopped at the landing whence I had 
started on my first trip a few weeks before. 
The street cars took us quickly to the little 
brown house on Poplar Avenue, which is dearer to 
me than any farm, hotel, or floating palace that I 
have ever seen. Dennis received us with a joyous 
bark, and with that merry wag of his tail which 
speaks such volumes of happiness. My cushion, 
my pad, and the dear sunny porch were more pre- 
cious to me than ever before. Only one thing 
worried me ! I had grown too big for the hole 
through which I used to crawl in under the porch, 
and wondered where I would go for safety in case 
of danger. But I soon found that Dennis was all 
the “ safety ” I needed, for he stayed with me 
nearly all the time ; and whenever any bad boys or 
dogs came into our yard he promptly chased them 
out with that powerful bark of his. And I found 
him to be a very useful as well as agreeable com- 
panion. 
There is a beautiful song which I have often 
