XXVIII 
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON AND ADMIRAL DEWEY 
Just before we left Maple Road the kind Provi- 
dence had sent me five kittens ; but one day upon 
awaking from my nap, three were missing, i 
knew they could not have crawled out, for they 
were only a few days old, and as I looked for them 
I smelled the odor of that same medicine that mis- 
tress gets for homeless and sick cats. I suppose 
she thought I had too many to take care of; and 
knowing that whatever she does is for the best, I 
gave myself over wholly to those that remained 
with me. 
One of my kittens was black with white toes and 
a white breast which mistress always called his 
“ white shirt.” The markings on his face were so 
irregular that it made him look as if he had a 
crooked nose. But he was clever and energetic. 
His full name was Booker T. Washington, and I 
used to hear mistress say that he was every whit 
worthy of it. His immaculate white shirt front, to- 
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