Jimmy Boy

the dining-room door after luncheo

rl, I thought yo

g guilty and ashamed. "But Nate Pollard took us to see t

f the boyoes.-You don't know what I mean by boyoes," she added, smiling. "I

stand; o

coming when I expected you; but you may come

dam, tha

Calls boys boyoes! I must go to see her kitten whether I want to or not

as not been invited. And do

down. I'll just look at the ze

ber, daughter, fifteen minutes is long enough for a call on an entire stranger. You don't wish to annoy Mrs. McQu

as it could hold of oddities from various countries,

's the magpie," said Mrs. McQuilken. "She's off now, pretty

apron, and moved up an easy-chair for her guest. Edith forgot to take it. Her eyes were rov

rs. McQuilken. "The twigs are woven together so closely that

she thoug

d seven eggs in it once. I keep it now f

and dove-colored stripes. Most remarkable stripes, so regular and distinct, yet so softly shaded. The face was black, wi

le girl's face and no longer do

w!" And Mrs. McQuilken straightened out th

tifully long!

st fall, and one cat took a prize for a tail not so long as th

igh revel with a ball of yarn which the tortoise-

?" said Edith, dropping on her k

child go off into small raptures

like cats?" she

re away the ball out of the very paws of the coon cat. "Mamma thinks cats are cold

indignantly. "Tell your mother to make

r frightened. "Yes

loved each other better than any girl sisters you ever saw. One of the kittens got caught in a trap and we had to kill her. And the othe

touched. "She wasn't cold-heart

ise-shell cats I had. They were sisters too. Whiff had four kittens and Puff had one and lost it. And the way Whiff comfo

aid Edith. "Cats have hear

" returned the old lady approvingly. "But

h Dun

Edith, so you've been to see the gold mine? Pokerish place, isn't it? I hear they'

"big plant," so made no reply. Mrs. Mc

ats? Well, sometimes they did. And when their

que

a sight of company. I didn't care so much about them or about birds

e one out of doors laughed; it was Jimmy Dunlee, and the moc

d really it did. It was exactly the laugh of a huma

oscoe, liked to hear him do

the one that died in Japan, doted on the mocking-bird.

he cana

. You'll be surprised. But you remember what I was saying

the tea-bell, and sprang up suddenly, exclaiming: "Good-by, Mrs.-good

e. "She went like a shot off a shovel," said the good lady, taking up her knitting-work. "She seemed to be such

caught it up, as she had caught up other odd things in her travels. S

the zebra kitty. But there, I shouldn't want to make a fuss in the family. That woman, her mother, to

k to her moth

ar to be 'annoyed,' she talked just as fast all the time! But

pe you were not a

That wasn't abrupt, was it? But oh, that kitty's tail! I forget how many inches and a quarter longer than

two cat-sisters, who loved eac

rief, the sweet thing! Human people

nstances have been known,

ing story, "well, I guess some folks would! Bab would die for g

was raised. Mamma never allowed them to ridicule the friendship of the two little girls, who had made believe for mor

for the stage she went a little way up the mountain with Jimmy, and they took turns gazing down the wi

ry. And she ran down the mountain in haste, though the stage, a

Uncle James, as the two dear friends met and e

y, putting her arm around her niece and leading her up the gr

nd the contrast was pleasant to see. Luc

er eyes as t

like the

white as the

n the mont

satin gloss. She was half a head shorter than her "auntie," though their ages were about the same. Peop

Lucy, "I had such a

untie Lucy. Seemed as if

r more kisses, while both the mammas looked on and sa

ar them singing about the p

ch always included the Hales and Sanfords, set forth up the mountain for a sight of the famous "a

ittle Eddo by the hand. Bab and Lucy, or "the little two," as Aunt Vi called them, were side by side as usual, and Lucy had as

beau

e ses

pas que l

z les tr

retou

queue ap

the children, and while Bab was repeati

u all the way, please. There's

nlee wondered not a little what it