Bird, real cheerful, to calm down Mrs. Dennison, for she saw
she was 'most scared to death, and she was always afraid of her
fainting away. Then she opens the door and calls, 'Kitty, kitty,
kitty!' They had brought their cat with them in a basket when they
came to East Wilmington to live. It was a real handsome tiger cat,
a tommy, and he knew a lot.
"Well, she called 'Kitty, kitty, kitty!' and sure enough the kitty
came, and when he came in the door he gave a big yawl that didn't
sound unlike what they had heard.
"'There, sister, here he is; you see it was the cat,' says Mrs.
Bird. 'Poor kitty!'
"But Mrs. Dennison she eyed the cat, and she give a great screech.
"'What's that? What's that?' says she.
"'What's what?' says Mrs. Bird, pretending to herself that she
didn't see what her sister meant.
"'Somethin's got hold of that cat's tail,' says Mrs. Dennison.
'Somethin's got hold of his tail. It's pulled straight out, an' he
can't get away. Just hear him yawl!'
"'It isn't anything,' says Mrs. Bird, but even as she said that she
could see a little hand holding fast to that cat's tail, and then
the child seemed to sort of clear out of the dimness behind the
hand, and the child was sort of laughing then, instead of looking
sad, and she said that was a great deal worse.
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