The Kind Providence 
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Before the meal was quite finished, “ Dr. Fogg ” 
was announced, and Miss Dorothy arose from 
the table saying that she was expecting him for 
dinner. 
Miss Beggs then took me up-stairs, but after din- 
ner I went down to the library, and spent a very 
pleasant evening with Dr. Fogg and Miss Dorothy. 
I had given myself such a vigorous scrubbing 
while up-stairs that my fur was stuck together in 
little tufts all over my body ; but Miss Dorothy 
picked me up and smoothed it all out, and put a 
pretty fresh ribbon around my neck. 
Then Dr. Fogg took me for a while, and after he 
had looked me all over he said I was a good 
healthy cat. 
“ How can you tell?” said Miss Dorothy. 
“ Because her nostrils are cold and moist,” was 
the reply. “ A sick or famished cat has dry, hot 
nostrils. This cat also has many good points,” 
added the doctor: ‘‘short nose, short thick tail, 
short round ears and soft silken fur.” 
“ You are a lover of cats, I take it, or you would 
not be so well versed in cat-lore,” said Miss Dor- 
othy, with evident pleasure. 
“ You would think so if you could see my 
