1 56 Pussy Meow 
times, and I had had several rounds with him, he 
seemed pretty well tired out, and remained still for 
a few moments. Mistress picked him up, and see- 
ing he was not the least bit injured, she placed him 
on the vines, which was very nice for the hopper, 
but rather cruel to me, I thought. But nothing 
daunted, I went down-stairs and fetched another 
one. As I laid him on the floor mistress seemed 
horrified, for she thought I had mutilated him carry- 
ing him so far. She had not known up to this time 
where the first one came from. She was just 
reaching out to take my treasure from me, when 
Mr. Hopper flew toward the ceiling, which led her 
to conclude that he must be all right, and she did 
not interfere with me any further. Thus during 
the warm summer weather I had many pleasant 
times with my little playfellow, the grasshopper. 
