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going way off to her “ dear Switzerland,” as she 
always calls it; and judging from what they say, 
Switzerland must be even farther oil than Denver. 
But we knew that Bettie would be at home with us, 
so we were content. 
Just before mistress went on her long journey, a 
lovely young lady came to help her get ready, and 
the very first day they got to talking about us cats. 
“ You ought to get acquainted with Mrs. Bolton,” 
said Miss Cummings, “ for she is just as great a 
friend of cats as you are and her home is a perfect 
haven for strays-” 
“ 1 am very glad to hear it,” said mistress. “ Do 
please tell me about her cats.” 
“ Yes,” said Miss Cummings, “ Mrs. Bolton has 
fitted up a little shed at the rear of her house, 
which is filled up in cold weather with loose straw. 
Into this place stray or homeless cats and dogs 
crawl through a small opening and find shelter. 
Moreover they are fed and made to feel welcome. 
I have known her to have so many of these tran- 
sient boarders there that it takes several pounds of 
meat a day to supply them ; and as soon as they 
look sleak and plump Mrs. Bolton generally finds 
good homes for them.” 
