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to cats, we lay down in a sunny corner and had an 
interchange of views. 
“ It seems to me you have a pretty lonesome 
time of it, alone all day,” said Snowdrop, sprawling 
himself out on the sun-warmed earth as he spoke. 
We told him that we had become used to being 
alone during the day, and what a kind mistress we 
had, and how we regretted her long absence. 
Then he told us what a long journey he made with 
his mistress all the way from a great city called 
Chicago to his present home. 
“ Are Chicago cats all white like you ? ” said 
Budge. 
“ No, indeed,” replied Snowdrop, “ my very best 
friend and constant companion in Chicago was a 
black cat named Topsy. She hadn’t a white hair 
on her whole body ; and she was the mother of two 
kittens, one all black with white slippers, and the 
other all white with black tips on her ears and tail. 
And beside her I knew many other cats just like 
these around here. So you see that Chicago cats 
are no different from those in other cities.” 
When I asked Snowdrop how he came to leave 
Chicago and make such a long journey, he said : 
“ You see it was this way. One day a fine gen- 
