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Identifier: cat00hunt (find matches)
Title: The cat
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Hunt, Violet, 1862-1942
Subjects: Cats
Publisher: London : A. & C. Black
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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m very well, and said there was noneed to be afraid of them, for they never touchedyou. Auntie IMay made her quite angry by tellingher that her cat Petronilla saw ghosts. * Last year, said Auntie INIay, I took her toLittlecote, the famous Elizabethan mansion thatis haunted by Wild Darrell. We had QueenElizabeths room, with a stone carved mantelpiecethat seemed to overhang the whole room. Petslept on my bed on the side farthest away from thedoor. About the middle of the night—I was notexactly sleeping very well myself—I felt her stir-ring, and I lit a candle, for there is of course noelectric light in such a very old house. Petronillawas sitting up in her place, staring out at some-thing near the door. Her great green eyes wereround and dilated. She sat staring fixedly in thesame direction for quite five minutes *Are you quite sure as to the number ofminutes ? asked Mrs. Gilmour, sarcastically. *I could not help staring too, though I sawnothing but my white dressing-gown hanging on
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AUNTIE MAY TOOK MEACROSS HER SHOULDER. A MAN WHO HATED ME 105 the door. Poor Pet saw more than that, I amsure. At last she sighed and took her eyes slowlyoff, and lay down again and never stirred. I knewby that that the ghost was no longer visible. I am much obliged to you for confounding mewith your feline pets, remarked Mrs. Gilmour.*And now I think, Beatrice, as I am rather tired,I will say good-night. Miss Graham, excuse myremarking it, but I do think you have cat on thebrain! Shes offended, said Beatrice, and now shellcut me off with a shilling. I must say, May dear,that for a novelist you are about the most tactlessperson I ever knew. CHAPTER IX MY FIRST MOUSE Miis. GiLMOUR was never very nice to AuntieMay after that. She began to be nasty again atbreakfast. Auntie JNIay was reading her letters,and one of them was from Mrs. Dillon. Admiral Togo, Auntie May read out, 2> thechief joy of my Ife^ Oh listen, all of you, for youwill be so much amused; I am not, for of courseit seem

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