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cars, and then run as one man in the direction of 
the sound that a tired kitten loves so well to hear. 
In less time than it takes to tell it, the three were 
gathered at my breast and in another minute they 
were purring contentedly, and Booker, dear 
thoughtful child, stood guard in front of the basket. 
Then some of the children sang beautiful songs 
about kittens and birds, and Miss Wallace ac- 
companied them on the piano. I liked Lillian’s 
song best of all ; I will tell you the words of it : 
“ A homeless little kitten 
Came to my door one day, 
‘ I’m cold and starved, please let me in ! ’ 
Its sad cries seemed to say. 
I took it up and shut the door 
Upon the bitter storm, 
And put the little shiv’ring thing 
Before the fire to warm. 
“ I gave it milk to drink, and smoothed 
Its pretty, soft gray fur. 
‘ Poor Pussy, stay with me,’ I said. 
It answered with a purr. 
And ever since that winter day 
I have so happy been ; 
I gained a merry playmate when 
I let my pussy in.” 
When this song was finished they started a game 
of Puss in the Corner, and they were just in the 
