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the outside of the window. There ! What 
can it he ?” 
Annie, now fully roused, did listen, and 
distinctly heard a sound as of some one 
scratching the glass with their nails. 
“Won’t you knock on the wall and call 
the boys?” whispered Daisy, who (never 
very courageous) began to be very much 
frightened at these mysterious sounds. “I 
do believe some one is breaking in.” And 
she covered up her head, determined not to 
see the danger, at any rate. 
“Hush! Wait a minute!” said Annie. 
She listened a moment, and then said, 
“Who’s there?” “Meew!” said a little 
voice in reply; and again came the nails 
against the window. 
“ It is that abused little cat,” said Annie, 
laughing. “Don’t you know her mew? 
Don’t cry, you foolish child!” she continued, 
striking a light. “It is only the kitten. 
Uncover your head, and you will see her on 
the outside of the window. I will let her 
in ; and then I suppose she will be quiet.” 
“Meaow,” said the kitty, more urgently 
than before, and as if giving promise of good 
behaviour. Annie opened the window, and 
