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for a " little white kitten," and not only was Kittykin as white
as snow, but she was, to use Evelyn's words, ‘ even littler1'

than she had expected. There con id not, to her mind, be
stronger proof.
As Kitty kin grew a little she developed a temper entirely
out of proportion to her size ; when she got mad, she got
mad all over* If anything offended her she would suddenly
back up into a corner, her tail would get about twice as Jarge

as usual, and she would spit like a little fury. However, she
never fought her little mistress, and even in her worst mo­
ments she would allow Evelyn to Lake her and lay her on her
back in the little cradle she had, or carry her by the neck, or

the legs, or almost any way except by the tail- To pull her
tail was a liberty she never would all<rw even Evelyn to take,
If she was held by the tail her little pink claws flew out as
quick as a wink and as sharp as needles. Evelyn was very
kind to Kittykin, however, and was careful not to provoke
her, for she had been told that getting angry and kicking on

the floor, as she herself sometimes did when mariimy wanted
to comb her curly hair, would make an ugly little girl, and of
course it would have the same effect on a kitten.
Fierce, however, as Kittykin was, it soon appeared that

she was the greatest little coward in the world. A worm in
the walk or a little beetle running across the floor would set
her to jumping as if she had a fit, and the first time she ever
saw a mouse she was far more afraid of it than it was of her.
If it had been a rat, I am sure that she would have died.