Front Cover
 Title Page
 A fashionable cat
 Pussy's five o'clock tea
 Pussy in danger
 A friend in need

Group Title: Warne's little playmates
Title: Pussy Cat's adventures
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Title: Pussy Cat's adventures comprising, A fashionable cat, Pussy's five o'clock tea, Pussy in danger, A friend in need
Series Title: Warne's little playmates
Alternate Title: Fashionable cat
Pussy's five o'clock tea
Pussy in danger
Friend in need
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Kronheim & Co ( Printer of plates )
Publisher: Frederick Warne and Co.
Place of Publication: London ;
New York
Publication Date: [1887?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pride and vanity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wealth -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Social classes -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Illustrations printed in colours by Kronheim & Co.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks back cover.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055383
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002232689
notis - ALH3085
oclc - 69242763

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    A fashionable cat
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Pussy's five o'clock tea
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Pussy in danger
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    A friend in need
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
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PUSSY belonged to a little girl whose Mamma
was a very fashionable lady. She (Pussy, I
mean) lived in a splendid country house, and as
she was a great pet, she had every indulgence. She
slept on a velvet cushion very nicely embroidered.
She had the freshest milk and cream to drink, and
very often feasts of delicious fish and game.
Little Ethel used to tie a blue ribbon round her
neck one day; a red ribbon the next; and a mauve,
or pale green, or yellow, on other days. This was
Pussy's toilet; and it was, as
you see, very often varied by I "" 1
her little mistress, till the cat i
grew quite vain. She thought
herself quite a fashionable lady,
and practised walking on her -.
hind legs, and putting on all
the little ways of Ethel.
Ethel was rather puzzled as.
to what name she should give
her dear Pussy. At -last she decided that the


fashionable cat should be named Lady Clare,"
for Mamma sang a song about a grand lady called
Lady Clara Vere de Vere; and as Pussy was a
grand lady she should have the same name.
Lady Clare," under all the spoiling she received,
grew very lazy, as well as vain; she quite forgot that
she had duties to do, as every other creature has.
She was quite changed now from the active little
kitten that used to sit up so prettily, and watch for
mice-the merriest and most playful
little thing one could see. Now she
did nothing but eat, and drink, and loll
about; except when the fancy took her
to imitate little Ethel.
And she never attempted to catch a mouse, even
when it ran right under her nose! So the mice
had a fine time. They ran about the house, and
nibbled at everything. They even bit Ethel's best
doll in the side, and ate her bran!
Then Mamma complained, and said Pussy was
quite useless, and should be sent away; but Ethel,
taking her dear cat in her arms, went to her
Mother, and, crying, reminded her what a clever
cat Pussy was; how she would pretend to be dead,
and come to life when ordered; and how she stood
on her hind legs like a dog. And Mamma was


persuaded not to let Pussy be sent away, as she
had threatened.
Pussy had been rather frightened at hearing that
she would be sent away in disgrace, and resolved
not to be quite so lazy in future.
"But," she thought, "I don't intend to do any-
thing so vulgar as catching mice. I, a fashionable
cat, who feed on fish and game! The idea of eating
a mouse makes me quite ill; and really, I don't see
why I should interfere with the poor insignificant
little creatures. I feel that I am fit for something
better. I shall try to be a violinist (nurse calls
them fiddlers). I am sure I can play on one string,
which they think so wonderful!"
And Pussymanaged to possess herself of Johnny's
toy fiddle and bow from the school- r
room, and then, running out on the
lawn, she produced the most wonder-
ful sounds from it; singing also to its i
accompaniment the strangest song
you ever heard.
But the taste of cats in music is at -
least very original; and Pussy's song '
was much admired by the crowd of
cats, who gathered on the wall round L_._- .
the garden, and who occasionally joined in as a


chorus. Vain Miss Pussy greatly enjoyed their
evident admiration, but the concert was suddenly
.. stopped by the butler, who, run-
I- ning out to see what the noise
I was, snatched the fiddle from
-:" Pussy, and gave her a knock
i on the head with it, saying
i You tiresome cat! Why can't
Syou catch mice, instead of for
ever getting into mischief?
S You are like some human folks,
-. __ --- __J who are always trying to do
what they can't and leaving undone what they
ought to do. What won't you be trying to do next,
I should like to know!"
All the answer Pussy made was to walk slowly
away, with the most careless air. He is not
capable of admiring high art," she mewed.
From that day the fiddle was hung quite out of
Pussy's reach, and she could not
again exhibit her musical talents to
the world.
Pussy thought this very hard, but
she had to bear it as meekly as she
could, for she was rather afraid of
the butler, and always put her tail up in secret


anger when she saw him. She knew that he
hated cats.
However, she was greatly consoled soon after-
wards by Ethel's carrying her to a photographer's
in the next town to have her likeness taken. It
showed Puss that she was still loved and valued.
Ethel had her likeness taken in all the different
coloured ribbons she generally wore, so Puss had
to sit five times; and when all these photographs
were finished, the little girl persuaded the photo-
grapher to place them all in a row and photograph
them again.
Here you will see Pussy's likenesses, looking
merry, and cross, and grave. How do you think
she looks best ?

Indeed, Ethel was so fond of her cat that she
even used to dream about her; and one night she
had a very strange dream, which she told Pussy
the next day. Her brother John was so much
amused at it, that he wrote these verses about it,
as if spoken by Ethel.



OH, Pussy, dear! Oh, Lady Clare!
I've had a dreadful dream,
In which you were another cat
From her you always seem.

You rode upon a bicycle,
Three kittens held your tail;
I begged and prayed you to get down,
But nothing could prevail.

You laughed, and went at headlong speed,
The kittens running after-
I was most dreadfully afraid,
Yet could not keep from laughter.

Oh! my own darling little Puss,
Keep from such dangerous feats:
A cat upon a bicycle
Would scare the London streets.

V. I.

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P USSY was delighted when, of four kittens that
she had, a lovely little white one was left to
her motherly care.
She determined to bring up this little daughter
in the best manner. But do you think she knew
what was the best way to bring up her kitten ? No,
I am sure she did not; for Lady Clare" was vain
and lazy, and so she only thought of making her
child as vain and silly as herself.
One day she took Blanche (as Ethel had named
her) into the garden, and, i
bidding her sit by her side,
on a garden seat, she gave
her a great deal of advice.
"You must give up your -

room, and when they walk they make no noise."
Oh, dear! that sounds very dull," said Blanche.
"May I not run when I see a nice little mouse ?"


"A mouse, child!-don't talk of such vulgar
creatures! What should you want with mice ?
You have all you require."
Blanche looked quite vexed, for she was a very
active little Pussy, and delighted in jumping, and
running, and dancing. The only thing she had
ever cared to learn from her mother was standing
up and dancing, after her fashion, and she did this
rather gracefully.
But she had made friends with the housekeeper's
cat, and had paid many visits with her to the garret,
which was that Pussy's favourite hunting ground ;
for the mice had reached such a pitch of boldness
and intrusion that Mrs. Grey was really obliged to
get a cat for use, and not for show, and Prue (her
new cat) was a capital mouser. Blanche loved to
.. steal off to the gar-
ret with her, and see
her hunt the mice.
I think it is
almost time, con-
tinued the fashion-
able cat, "that you
were presented to
t Her Majesty."
"Who is Her Majesty ?" asked the white cat.


"Her Majesty is our most gracious Queen," said
Lady Clare. Miss Ethel will be presented to her
-that is, taken to see her, I suppose-when she is
old enough, and then I think you may go."
"Ah," said Blanche, I have heard them in the
nursery singing,
'Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been ?'
'I've been to London to see the Queen.'
But then you must remember the end, Mamma-
'Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, what did you there ?'
'I started a little mouse under a chair.'
That seems as if one might hunt mice in the
Queen's house."
Ah, no!" said the old cat, "she did not hunt it-
she only frightened it, you know; and mice are
frightened when they only see a cat."
f"I shall like to see the Queen," said Blanche.
"But, meantime, I think I will let you have a
juvenile party," said Lady Clare. "You have
several young friends amongst our neighbours; so,
as the family are away now, and we can have the
drawing-room for our party, we will send out
invitations for a five o'clock tea."
, Blanche frisked her tail with delight, and jumped
off her seat at once in high glee. To have a party


seemed(b her the finest fun in the world. She
invited her friend Prue directly. But Prue said
that she was sorry, but she must refuse. The
granary was full of rats, and it was her duty to be
on guard there. If, however, she could find time,
she would join them in the course of the evening.
Prue wished to set Blanche a good example.
The kittens who were invited all came, however,
and Lady Clare received them in great state. She
had found some old things of the children's in the
box-room, and insisted on their all dressing up,
I -:having herself put on an
I Iold suit of Johnny's; for,
ii; being a friend to Women's
Rights, our fashionable cat
-- meant thus to express her
Al.il sentiments on the matter.
S Then Blanche went into
.. --- the kitchen and made the
--- tea; and when it was poured
out, they sat round the fire and talked, and Lady
Clare told them all the fashionable stories she had
heard, and they were so strange, that Fido, who
had crept in, sat listening with his mouth open
from surprise, and also, we think, laughter-for
vain, proud people are always laughed at.


But that afternoon's conversation had an effect
Pussy had not foreseen. Blanche became so im-
patient to see the Queen, that she thought she
really could not wait for Miss Ethel to grow up
before she went to Court. She would be a very
old cat then; so, as she found she could not per-
suade her mother to go at once, she resolved to run
away, and go to London by herself. No doubt the
Queen would be glad to see her, she thought; and
if there were any mice under her royal chair,
Blanche determined to show her skill in killing
them. So one fine sum---
mer day, Pussy Blanche I I \!,,,
stole out of the house, '
and down the avenue to
the lodge. The gates
happened to be wide
open, therefore Blanche
had not to crawl under
them, but walked out with great ease. Her way
lay down a pretty shady lane, under some old elm
trees, and she enjoyed it very much, though she
always chose the sunniest spots to linger on.
For a long time she saw no one coming down
the lane, for, in fact, it was not yet noon, and the
labourers were cutting hay in the meadows; but


by-and-bye her eyes met those of a large Tom-cat
who was climbing up one of the
"Good morning," said Blanche,
stopping for a moment; "Why
are you going up that tree ?"
Because I want some break-
fast," growled Tom.
"Oh, dear! I think I should
like some myself," said Blanche.
You don't look as if you could catch a bird,"
replied Tom gruffly.
Catch a bird I never tried! My Mother said
we must not touch Miss Ethel's canary in the
Oh, but this isn't a caged bird, it's one that is
meant for my breakfast," said Tom. "I'm the
blacksmith's cat, and I don't get much at home.
I wish I belonged to the maltster, for then I should
have fat rats for dinner-easily caught. His cat
tells me he gets plenty of them. Now, birds are
hard to catch."
Blanche looked up as he spoke, and saw a pretty
Robin sitting on a bough higher up, and never
seeing Tom stealing up to him. But just as the
great cat was close to the bird, a twig broke under


his paw, and in a moment Robin was flying off
above him. Tom growled and spit, and seemed
very angry; but as there were no more birds then
on the boughs, he came down again to Blanche.
It was all your fault that I broke that twig," he
said, crossly.
Oh, indeed no! How could I make you break
it ?" asked the white Pussy.
"Because you kept standing there staring up at
me, and the bird saw you."
That did not make you break the twig," replied
But he really looked so savage, that she was
quite frightened, and before he could speak again,
she darted on, running so fast, that Tom was soon
left out of sight.
By-and-bye she found herself in a village, where
the children were just coming out of school.
They had never seen such a clean, pretty little
Pussy, and they at once ran after her. One boy
caught her, and flew off with her, but another
lad instantly ran after him; for Johnny Prout
knew that Tommy Lin, who held Pussy, was a
cruel boy, and only cared to torment animals.
Now Johnny Prout could run faster than Tommy
Lin, and could beat him if they fought; so when


they reached the well on the green, the spiteful
boy-who knew that he would have to give up
Pussy directly Johnny came up
with him-turned round, tossed
the poor little white cat into
the deep well, and ran away. i' 1
Was he not a cruel boy ?
Poor Blanche! It was
cold and wet and dark in the
well, and she hated being in the .
water. She would have been
drowned there, only Johnny
climbed down and brought her -
out, getting wet himself, and risking a fall into the
well also. But he did not mind that, he
was such a kind lad.
He carried poor wet Pussy home, and
I-- took her to his sister Mary, who had just
,' : come from market. She looked with great
S'pity on Blanche, and told Johnny to take
Sher in by Mother's fire and rub her dry.
q And between them they soon dried
and warmed the poor cat; and Mary
Sgave her a nice saucer of warm milk, of
which she was very glad, for she had
had nothing to eat since she left the park.


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IF BLANCHE had pleased she might have been
very happy in John Prout's cottage-or we
ought to say his mother's-for both Johnny and his
sister were very kind to her.
Johnny saved every penny he could earn for
running errands to buy her milk or cat's-meat, and
Mary gave her her own best ribbon to wear; but
the ribbon was faded, and
Blanche was accustomed to
fish, and fowl, and game, and -*
could not eat cat's-meat. She
did not rhind hunting mice or
birds, but cat's meat she could
not bear. As she lay in the
sunshine before the cottage
door, she thought with great
discontent of her life. It was --.
strange that on her way to see
the Queen she should have fallen in with an ill-
bred cat, and some quite poor people! The bad
teaching of Lady Clare now brought forth its evil
effects. Blanche despised her kind friends because
they were poor, and could not feed her as she had


been used to be fed. She did not remember or
understand that all they gave her they took from
themselves. So she lay and sulked, and thought
with ungrateful disdain of the lower orders."
I ought not to be buried here," thought ungrate-
ful Blanche; I ought to be living at Court, the
pet of the Queen. I really must get away soon."
And she kept her resolution.
One morning, when Mary went to take Pussy
her breakfast, she was gone, and they could not
find her anywhere.
Pussy was on her road to London while it was
yet only moonlight. She hurried on as fast as she
could, and felt quite glad when she saw the houses
becoming thicker, and the smoke rising.
I shall go to Court at once," she said to herself,
"and then no doubt the Queen will wish me to
stay with her."
So she started off for Buckingham Palace as
soon as she reached town. She felt a little
afraid in the streets, however, at first, for she had
never been in a town before, and she was bewil-
dered; but by-and-bye things made themselves
plain to her, and she went on more courageously.
What a great place it was! and what a number
of people!-she could scarcely creep between


them. Yet on she went, very hungry and tired.
No one took any notice of her. Sometimes a dog
growled at her, or a strange cat hissed; but gene-
rally she was not noticed at all. And she went
on and on till she came to the --_ .
Thames, and then to West- -, :. IL
minster Bridge.
It was now night again, and
poor Pussy had had nothing
to eat for many hours. She '
was very hungry and tired, i
and she crept into a recess i -
on the bridge, and went fast '
By this time, before she went to sleep, she had
begun to feel very sorry for having run away from
her mother. "I had much better have been
patient and waited," she thought.
She had dreams of nice dinners of game and
fish and delicious cups of milk; but she woke at
dawn of day more hungry than ever. She ran
down to the river's brink and lapped a little, but
the water was not clear, and cold, and pure as it
had been in her old home; so she turned away,
and ran along the streets again. Luckily for her,
she went towards the west, and found the streets


not so crowded and hot as they had been the night
before. But the houses were all shut up; every-
body seemed asleep, and no
Sone heeded her piteous mews.
But, by-and-bye, she heard
sounds of people moving, and
heard cries of Milk! milk!"
How thirsty only hearing the
words made her! She ran
as fast as she had strength
after the milkman.
By-and-bye, he went into a
-- court-yard, took some milk
from his buckets, and put it into some cans. Then
he walked round to the kitchen entrance of the
building, leaving one of his milk pails uncovered.
Blanche saw her chance. She was generally an
honest cat. At home she would not have touched
the milk; but now she was so hungry and thirsty!
She sprang on the edge of the bucket, and bent
down to drink; but, alas! she was very weak! she
tottered over, and fell plump into the milk pail.
Poor Pussy! she had milk enough to drink now!
But she could not drink. It was choking her.
She would be drowned in her best loved food!
Her cries brought the milkman, and when he


saw a cat in his milk-pail, he was dreadfully angry.
Of course, he drew her out at once, for no one
must know that a Pussy had been bathing in his
milk! But when she was out,
he beat her soundly, and
scolded her terribly, calling i j: 1|i~.; jj
her a thief and all kinds of ':-'
bad names, and throwing her
on the stones. Pussy lay where
he had thrown her for some "--
minutes after he had gone on.
She was roused by the touch
of a child's hands, and raising '_. -
herself, looked up, and saw a
little ragged street boy bending over her-a pretty
child, although his dress was in rags.
"Why, how wet you are, you poor Pussy !" said
the little fellow; "and I am afraid you are hurt." He
stroked her as he spoke, and Blanche crouched
round his bare little feet, and mewed piteously.
Ah, Puss," he said, that means you are hungry;
and so am I. Let us go back to Bessie;" and lift-
ing Blanche in his arms, he carried her some
distance, till at last they reached a dismal court.
Here he went into a dirty, dull-looking house, and
up a very high staircase till he reached a garret;


but not such a garret as Blanche remembered.
This was small, and had nothing in it but a low
pallet-bed and table and one chair. On the bed
S.. lay a girl of about six-
i ..'teen years old, very thin
.. i and white.
,, '.-~-M" Here, Bess," he said,
S,. "here is a little white
Scat I have picked up for
"Oh, Dick," said the
girl, "how could you do so, when we cannot get
food for ourselves ?"
"Oh, but we can now, and for her too," said Dick,
cutting a caper. "Listen! This Pussy went and
fell into Job Bell's milk-pail, and in takin' of her
out, he lost a lot of milk; so he says to me, 'Here,
boy, go and get this can full of water from the pump;
and I goes. And he makes up the quantity of
milk he lost with it. Then he says, 'I want a boy
to help me in my milk walk; I'd get done in half
the time, if I had one. Now, look you, I'll give
you twopence a day if you'll go with me. But,
first, you must make yourself more 'spectable look-
ing. Will you come and be my boy? I know
you're honest, for I've seen you for some time about,


and you never takes any milk.' I said I was quite
willing. He says, 'Come to 4 Grimes's Milkwalk
to-night, and I'll give you an old pair of trousers
of my boy's, and a jacket that he has outgrowed;'
and then he gave me twopence, and says, 'Don't
speak about the water.'"
But, Dick," said the poor girl, I fear he is not
an honest man."
Oh, yes he is-gen'ally," replied Dick; "only
this once he was forced to water the milk all along
of Puss. Now you take her-she's brought us
luck-and I'll go and buy some breakfast." And
Dick went out and returned soon with a loaf and
a jug of milk.
Dick sold newspapers, '
and he had twopence
of his own before the '
milkman hired him, so
Pussy had at last some
breakfast. _--
But when Blanche had eaten and rested, she
found that her friends were not as well off as
Johnny Prout's family had been. Cats love places,
and Blanche remembered with sorrow her lovely
home, with her mother at the Park, and even
the village cottage, where she had been kindly


treated. She would have tried to find her way back,
I think, if she had not been afraid of the boys, and
of the rough Tom-cat she had met before.
Bessie, the sick girl, was delighted with Blanche,
but not knowing her name she called her Puff."
And she used to nurse and stroke her, and give
her part of all she had to eat-which was very
little. But still, Blanche liked her friend Dick
best, he was such a merry little fellow. He used
to come in whistling and laughing every evening
when he brought back his day's earnings-the sure
twopence from the milkman, 111 ,!/ IJ
and what he could get in l'
between, from selling papers ':i
morning and evening (de- -- li
cently dressed now in the
milkman's boy's old clothes), j
or holding horses for gentle- .
men, and running for cabs
for people when it rained. i-
Bessie knitted socks when
they could spare money to -
buy the worsted, and Dick
generally managed to sell
them. But still it was a hard
struggle to live, and theywere only too often hungry.

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BLANCHE was really a warm-hearted little
cat, and grew quite fond of poor Bessie. She
would jump into the girl's arms and purr to her
till she soothed her off to sleep. Bessie often
said to Dick that "Puff," as she called Blanche,
was her only comfort.
"I am certain," said Bessie, one day, "that Puff
loves us both; she looks so delighted at seeing you
come in, Dick!"
One day Pussy surprised them by standing on
her hind legs. Dick was delighted.
Only look at her," he said; "she seems as if she
could dance; and see-if she can't! Why, she is
dancing now. Bess, I never heard of a cat that
danced. She'll bring money. Only you let me
take her out with me to-morrow evening."
And Dick did take her out, and coaxed her to
dance; and then she stretched herself out and pre-
tended to be dead, but sprang up the moment he
called her. This was a new discovery, and Dick
exhibited her to an admiring crowd on the Em-
bankment Gardens at Charing Cross, and received
in return four halfpennies.



"Now, Puss," he said, as he carried her home,
you have earned your supper to-night, and you
shall have some of our fried fish."
Dick knew that cats love fish; so he stopped at
_a stall on his way and
bought fourpenny-
worth of fried flat fish.
Blanche quite under-
stood him, and was
glad to earn her supper
every evening when
Dick's other work was
But, by-and-bye, she
longed for a nice run,
and one evening, when
Dick put her down for a moment, naughty Blanche
darted off, and ran as fast as she could along the
Embankment; Dick ran after her, calling on her
by every pet name to come back, but she would
not. She turned, however, at last, and ran up a
street, Dick still following; when, just as he was
close to her, a Hansom cab, dashing along at full
speed, knocked him down and went over him.
Poor Dick! When he was taken up he fainted
with pain, and was carried to the hospital. No


one saw that a little white cat ran after him all
the way, and that when it came to the hospital
door it was driven away.
Poor Blanche was dreadfully sorry.
"It was all my fault," she thought. Oh, why
was I so naughty? I will go home. How I wish
I could talk men's language, to tell Bessie of it."
So she trotted home, and scratched outside the
garret door, mewing pitifully.
Bessie heard her, and knew
her voice. She got up and
opened the door; and then
Puss rushed in and pulled
at her, and mewed and looked
half wild.
"Oh, dear, what is the
matter," cried Bessie, "and
where is Dick ?"
But Pussy could only mew
sorrowfully, and Bessie did not know what had
become of her brother till the next day, when Dick
asked some of the kind hospital people to go and
tell her.
SYou may imagine how very sorry Bessie was.
She rose from her bed, and dressed herself in her
poor clothes, and went to the hospital at once to



see her brother. He was in bed with a broken
leg and a cut on his head. But he seemed most
pained by the thought that Bessie would not be
able to get food without him.
I tell you what," he said at last, Pussy is come
home, you say ? Well, take her out with you round
the squares, and let her dance. 'Taint common for
a cat to do so, and you may earn some pence and
broken victuals, maybe, if you do."
Bessie promised that she would take Puss.
I'm a deal stronger than I was," she said, "since
we have had more to eat. Dick, don't you worry
-- -- about me. I'll get on, and
be able to help you when
i; i you are out again.
SBessie went home, and
4, A, when Blanche came to meet
i her (delighted to see her
come back), she scolded the
naughty cat very much, shak-
ing her finger at her, and
Blanche tried to show that
she was sorry.
They had very little to eat that day, and when
the next day Bessie took Pussy out with her, Puss
was feeling much too weak to want to run away.


Now I must tell you how much Ethel and Lady
Clare had missed Blanche. Lady Clare was in such
grief that she quite forgot to show fashionable
indifference, and went about the village mewing
piteously, and asking even the most vulgar cats if
they had seen her sweet Blanche. But they were
quite rude to her, and Tom, the Blacksmith's cat,
laughed at her.
"Ay," he said, "I saw her going along, and a
little silly thing she is. Why do you mind ? She
is quite a grown-up cat,
and able to take care of | '"--'
herself; and if she isn't ''
she ought to be. You
can't expect us cats here
to care for you or yours.
You have given yourself-
too many airs. ". -
Puss was very un-
happy, for she felt sure that Blanche had gone to
London, and she looked so eager, and mewed so
pitifully, when she heard that the family were
going there, that Ethel resolved to take her with
them. And soon they were all in a fine house in
a grand square in London.
One day there came past the house a very poor


ragged girl. She looked half starved, and she had
no stockings or shoes on. She stood still, and
looked up at the windows and curtseyed. Then
she put a white cat out of her arms, and it stood
up on its hind legs and began, in a sort of way,
to dance. But it looked dirty and draggled, and
-. had not much spirit.
From the window Ethel
Siy. l... -I saw the cat, and exclaimed
jii;. at once, "Oh, I am sure
S'' that is Blanche. I never
F_-- _saw any cat try to dance
J i except Blanche and Lady
SiT By the time she had called
the maids, the cook had
given a piece of stale bread
to Bessie; and the girl, with humble thanks, had
gone over to the pailings, and, sitting down in the
shade, was sharing her poor food with her cat.
You will see her in the coloured picture.
They neither of them knew that they had a
friend in need close by.
But Ethel sent out at once, and the poor girl
was asked by the maid to come to the door with
her cat, and speak to the young lady. She obeyed


at once, and then told Ethel all the story of Dick's
finding Pussy half dead and bringing her home,
and how they had kept her, and what had happened
to Dick; while Blanche, who had struggled down
out of Bessie's arms, was met by her mother, and
they exchanged caresses; Lady Clare forgetting to
scold, in her joy at seeing her daughter again.
"Oh," said Ethel, I am so glad you found her!
She is my cat, and I was very sorry to lose her. I
am very much obliged to you for taking care of
And she took out her purse and -gave Bessie
half-a-crown. But, though she was thankful for the
gift, the poor girl's eyes filled with tears when she
knew that Blanche was -,
Ethel's cat and must be
given up to her. ''
But Ethel's mamma, ,
when she came into the -'
hall, and heard all about -~
it, said to her daughter,
"My dear little Ethel, you have a good cat in
Lady Clare, and many toys; you will not, I am
sure, take Blanche from this poor girl. You will
give her to Bessie, and we must make a nice home
for her and Blanche, and her poor little brother."


Then sweet little Ethel, who had Blanche in
her arms by that time, came and put her into poor
"I love her very much," she said, "but I will
give her to you-only take i
care of her."
Bessie promised shewould,
and she did. Lady Evelyn k
-Ethel's mother-sent Dick I
and Bessie back to her own T,.
village, and put them into a
very pretty little cottage,with
a good woman to take care
of them, and to nurse Bessie. _
Dick worked happily on the land, and Bessie knitted
stockings; and happy Blanche, well fed and con-
tent, never again tried to run away, but was gene-
rally to be seen asleep in front of the cottage, which
was all covered with climbing roses and jessamine.
Lady Clare never again mentioned Blanche's
going to Court, or spoke of the lower classes;" for
Blanche's best friends had been found amongst
the poor.
SThus happily ended


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