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TITTUMS AND FIDO.T HERE once lived happily together, in a fine house, apretty Cat and a handsome Dog: the Cat's name wasTittums; the Dog's, Fido. In course of time the handsomeDog fell in love with the Cat, and only waited for a good chanceto disclose his affections. This came one day, when Tittums hadput her paws on the fender, dropped her head a little on oneside, half closed her eyes, and seemed thinking of nothing at all.Then Fido, who lay stretched at full length upon the hearth-rug,looked steadfastly at her, and heaving a gentle whine, said,-"Oh, Tittums, I've fallen in love !"" Indeed " replied the prudent Cat, not wishing to showhim how anxious she was." Yes, indeed," continued the little Doggy, rather hurt ather coldness: "it's you that I've fallen in love with. Do youlike me, Tittums ? "But Tittums would not answer, even with a single purr-r!and it was only upon her giving him a sly look out of the cornerof her left eye that he guessed how much she did like him.However, made bold by even this small token of esteem, he camequietly up, and sat by her side; even going so far, at last, as toThe Baldwin Librarym Bn u ofUniversityI~tt 5 Orida
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Titiu ms and Fido. 2take her out for a short walk down the garden-path, where theylooked through the railings at the people passing by." Well," said Fido to himself, " I have no doubt but shewill love me in time; all the more, as I have great hopes ofgrowing bigger before the spring."But one morning, when Tittums came in from a visit shehad been paying her mamma, she was followed by a gentlemanfrom the tropics, who, with all the impudence of his race, madehimself quite at home, pressed Tittums' paw to his heart, calledher "the loveliest of Cats," asked her to oblige him with a song,as he had been told she could sing very sweetly, and nevertook the least notice of poor Fido, who was sitting in the corner.To tell the truth, poor Fido was very cross, and began to growlquite savagely; the more so when, to his dismay, he beheld thepleasure with which Tittums heard all this nonsense. He couldnot think what right the bold stranger had to come there unasked ;for all that he had bright red and green feathers, a rakish, broad-brimmed hat, and a gold-headed walking-cane, he was not good-looking, that was very certain.But Tittums was very much struck by his appearance andbearing; his feathers were so pretty, he spoke so many languages,shrieked so terribly and in such a loud voice, had travelled somuch, and was so struck by the beauty of Tittums, that, poorlittle Cat as she was, she ceased to care a button for faithful Fido,and kept all her sly glances for Mr. Paul Parrot.
3 Tiztums and Fido." Lovely Tittums," said Mr. Paul, "you must forget suchupstart puppies as Fido. Listen to me-I am a traveller--Ispeak five languages,-I have a palace made of golden bars,within which is a perch fit for a king,--I have a pension of breadand milk and Barcelona nuts: all of which I will share with you.To-morrow we will go for a trip into the field next to the house.Good-by for the present, my dear Pussy Cat;" and he wentaway kissing his hand.Poor Fido howled. Naughty Tittums!As day followed day, Miss Puss neglected her little Dogmore and more. She walked out with Mr. Paul Parrot, shesang to him, looked kindly at him, and, in fact, only seemedhappy when he was by. Poor Fido was true to his first love,although almost brought to despair; he got very thin indeed, andhis fine bushy coat, which he had kept nice and clean, becameragged and dirtyIndeed, Mr. Parrot carried all before him; he was sogrand, so loving, and so clever, that Fido from being desertedbecame despised, and was indeed thinking about hanging himselfon the meat-hook in the kitchen.One evening, just after dark, as he was roaming about,feeling very sad, and thinking that, perhaps, it would be better torun away than to use the meat-hook, he all at once found himselfin the next garden, and while he was looking round him, he heardvoices.
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Tittums and Fido. 4"Lovely Mrs. Daw," said one of the voices, which heseemed to recognize, " I am a traveller-I speak five languages-I have a palace made of golden bars, within which is a perch fitfor a king,-I have a pension of bread and milk and nuts; all ofwhich I will share with you. To-morrow we will fly for an ex-cursion on to the great oak-tree in Farmer Hodges' field.""Dear me!" thought Fido, " this must be Mr. Parrot."And, sure enough, so it was--Mr. Parrot, indeed, and makingthe warmest of love to old Mrs. Daw, the widow of Miser JackDaw, who, during a long life, and by means of stealing andsaving, had laid by a large fortune, which he had left Mrs. Dawto enjoy.The old widow seemed very much pleased at the warmthof Mr. Paul's love, and no doubt thought that every word hesaid was true; leering round at him with her old eyes, and wish-ing that she had put on a clean muslin cap, as it might have madeher look even younger than she thought she did.As for Fido, he almost jumped for joy; he ran home assoon as ever he could." Oh, Tittums !" said he, heedless of her scornful looks,"what do you think I have found out ? There is that rascal of aPaul Parrot, who pretends so much love for you, courting WidowDaw at this very moment; and if you come at once you may seeit with your own eyes."" Nonsense !" replied Tittums : " I do not believe it."
5 Tzitums and Fido."Well," said the Dog, to convince you, if you will onlycome to the other side of the wall you shall see that what I havesaid is quite true."But Pussy, trusting in the honour of Mr. Paul, would notbelieve a word, and it was only after a great deal of persuasionthat she was induced to jump over the wall and listen.Mr. Paul and Mrs. Daw were still courting, and theParrot was trying, by coaxing the old lady, to find out how muchshe was worth, and where all her treasures were hid. IndeedMrs. Daw was just on the point of telling him her secret, whenTittums, unable to contain herself, rushed at Mr. Paul andscratched his face."Oh, you bad Parrot! " she said; "did you not promiseto marry me, and take me to your golden palace ?""Golden palace!" screamed Mrs. Daw: "why, youwicked bird, that's what you promised me. Stay, ma'am, whatdid he say besides ?-did he promise you any bread and milk, orany Barcelona nuts? "" Yes, he did-he did-he did," continued the Cat,scratching and clawing the false, faithless Parrot as shespoke."Well," said Pussy, now fairly exhausted, " I hope youare satisfied; if ever you come near our house again, I'll scratchout every feather you have on your back;" and so she left him,taking Fido with her, who, in spite of his general good nature
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Tittums and Fido. 6and the Parrot's rage, could not resist giving him two or threesharp bites.As soon as Mrs. Daw was left alone with Paul, she beganto upbraid him with his falseness; " You vulgar, stuck-up, ugly,awkward deceiver! you have neither honesty .enough to live by,nor wings enough to fly with." Whereupon she jumped at him,and gave him such a plucking as spoilt his good looks.Never after this was the Parrot able to hold up his head.Every one scorned him; even his golden palace turned out to bea brass cage; and for his misdeeds a chain was fastened roundhis leg. He was confined to a wooden perch, which, out of purespite, he was always pecking.Old Widow Daw kept her secret, and remained unmarried.Tittums could not help admiring the constancy of Fido;and when in the spring he had grown bigger, and was promotedto a sweet red and black collar, Pussy found that she loved himvery much indeed, and made up her mind never more to forsakehim.*
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