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bit; and Evelyn was just thinking how nice it was that Kitty-

kin and it had become such friends, and was planning nice
games with them, when there was a faint little squeak, and
she saw Kittykin., who had just been petting the little crea­
ture, suddenly drive her sharp white teeth into its neck.
Evelyn rushed at her.
f‘ Oh, you wicked Kittykin ! Aren’t you ashamed of

yourself?'’ she cried, catching her up by the tail and shak­
ing her well, as the best way to punish her.
just then her mamma entered. ''O b , Evelyn, why are
you treating kitty s o ? ” she asked.

“ Because she's so mean," said Evelyn, severely, 1 She’s
a murderer."
Her mamma tried to explain that killing the mouse was
Kittykin’s nature ; hut Evelyn could not see that this made it
any the less painful, and she was quite cool to Kittykin for
some time.

T h e little mouse was buried that evening in a matchbox
under a rose-bush in the garden ; and Kittykin, jn a, black rag
which was tied around her as a dress, was compelled, evi­
dently much against her will, to do penance by acting as chief

mourner.