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must or 0 to Denver to live for a long time. Then 
Miss Gracie had to give up Dewey because Denver, 
they say, is very far away. 
For several days after Miss Grades departure 
Dewey sat on the window-seat almost constantly 
looking for his friend ; and when at last he de- 
spaired of her coming he refused to play or to eat, 
and thus he pined away, until one morning he did 
not rise at all. When Bettie went to his basket 
to see what was the trouble, Dewey lay there 
dead. He had died of a broken heart, I verily 
believe. 
And right here let me relate a story that Guy 
read to his mother one evening about a little waif 
of a kitten that a boy found in the basement of his 
school building in the great city of San Francisco. 
He was a kind little lad, and anxious to help the 
kitty, so he took her up to his teacher. 
When Guy had read that far he turned to his 
mother and said, “ I know what my teacher would 
do, if I should bring a cat into the schoolroom ; 
she would put the cat out and make me stay after 
school.” 
“ Well, read on,” said his mother, “ and let’s see 
what this teacher did.” So Guy read the piece 
