Our Summer Outing 
'59 
Pug was nearing the corner where the ash pile is 
located, and stumbling over a tin can, he fell to the 
ground, and we three on top of him. Being such 
a fat fellow, he was much more easily exhausted 
than we, who are lithe and agile ; and once down, 
surrounded as he was, his defeat was complete. 
Nothing remained but an ignominious surrender. 
He crouched like the coward that he was, begging 
for mercy. But we did not let him off until we 
had thoroughly humbled him, chasing him back 
several times when he attempted to go, and that was 
the last difficulty we ever had with Pug. 
One night during mistress' absence, we heard a 
terrible noise, and the next morning Buttercup’s 
mangled and bleeding body lay in our front yard. 
It was said that a dog had done the awful deed. 
But the cat population was not diminished by 
Buttercup’s sudden taking off, for on that very same 
morning, Daisy had a little spreckled kitty in her 
basket — only one. But that was enough for poor 
little Daisy to take care of, for she had a rattle in 
her throat, which Dr. Smith called “ consumption.” 
I think that is why Daisy was not invited to go 
with us to Mrs. Watt’s. But Charlie gave her food 
and water daily at the basement window, and after 
