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Breaking Home Ties 
She had a bunch of delicious English violets at 
her waist, and as she held me on her lap I became 
so intoxicated with their fragrance that unwittingly 
I bit off a few of them. When Miss Dorothy dis- 
covered that I liked them she gave me the whole 
bunch, and, oh ! what a feast ! They were the first 
I had had since Aunt Minnie visited us; and by 
the way I must tell you about that. We cats are 
very glad when Aunt Minnie comes, because then 
somebody always sends such beautiful flowers to 
the house. The last time they happened to be 
English violets, and, of course, we went up to the 
vase to look at them and to smell of them. Such 
beautiful violets ! Their fragrance filled the entire 
room. 
After dinner when Guy and Aunt Minnie came 
into the library, I heard her say “ What’s the mat- 
ter with these violets ? Nothing is left of them but 
the bare stems.” 
“ I’ll be jiggered,” said Guy. “ I don’t know 
where you’ll find them unless it’s inside of those 
cats.” Just then the door bell rang and Aunt 
Minnie’s friend came in. When they told him 
about the sad fate of the violets he laughed 
heartily, and said they would stop and get some 
