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him to put out his paws without showing 
his nails, always refusing the lavender-water 
till he had drawn them hack again, and in 
a short time he never on any occasion pro¬ 
truded his nails when offering his paw.’ ” 
“ I wonder if cats in general are fond of 
perfumes?” said Annie. 
“ They don’t like cologne, I know,” ob¬ 
served Daisy, “for I have often tried to 
make Punch smell of it; hut they like cat¬ 
nip and—what was that stuff you took when 
you were sick, aunt, that grows in the corner 
of the garden ?” 
“Valerian,” replied Miss Winston. “I 
do not admire their taste in that particular, 
I must say.” 
“Lufra used to like rose-water,” said Dieh¬ 
ard; “but then he liked wine and strong 
coffee: so he was no rule. But go on about 
the panther, if you please, aunt.” 
“‘We lay eight weeks in the river Ga¬ 
boon,’ Mrs. Bowditch continues, * where Sai 
had plenty of food, but was never suffered 
to leave his cage. His indignation was con¬ 
stantly excited by the pigs, which were suf¬ 
fered to run past his cage; and the sight of 
one of the monkeys put him in a perfect fury. 
