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through, while I lay perched on his shoulder and 
listened. The story went on to say how the teacher 
took the kitty in and fixed her a comfortable place 
behind the stove ; how for many days she carried 
her home for the night and brought her back in the 
morning ; and how she was such a well behaved 
kitty and always stayed dutifully in her corner, dur- 
ing study hours. But at recess and after school 
kitty played at marbles with the boys, and caught 
spools and strings for the girls. By and by some 
of the children asked permission to take the kitty 
home, and the teacher allowed them to take her 
by turns as a reward for good conduct. One morn- 
ing on the way to school, a saucy dog frightened 
the kitty, and she escaped from the arms of the 
boy that was carrying her. But he succeeded in 
getting her again, and after that somebody sent a 
fish-net shopping bag to that school for the kitty to 
be conveyed in. And now she has a different 
home and a new master or mistress every day ; yet 
she is just as happy with one as another. 
Now does not this refute the wicked slander that 
cats have no love for people, but only for them- 
selves and for their comfortable homes ? And is 
it not true that those who say this are usually the 
