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down into the basement, and she would bring the baby ; so

mammy, who had been following mamma about, seized
Evelyn, and jriished with her downstairs, where, although
they were quite safe, as the windows Were only half above
the ground, she fell on her face on the floor, praying as if
her last hour had come. “ Bop ! bop ! ,r went some muskets

up behind the house. " B a n g ! bop! b a n g !1' went some on
the other side.
E velyn suddenly remembered Kittykin. 11 W here was
sh e?" The last time she had seen her was a half-hour

before, when she had been lying curled Tip on the back steps
fast asleep in the sun. Suppose she should be there now,
she would certainly be killed, for the back steps ran right out
into the yard so as to be just the place for Kittykin to be
shot. So thought Evelyn. " Bang ! bang ! ” went the guns
again— somewhere. Evelyn dragged a chair up to a window

and looked. Her heart almost stopped ; for there, out in
the yard, quite clear of the houses, was Kittykin, standing
some way up the trunk of a tall locust-tree, looking curiously
around. Her little white body shone like a small patch of

snow against the dark brown bark. Eyelyn sprang down
from the chair, and forgetting everything, rushed through
the entry and out of doors.
" Kitty, kitty, kitty ! " she called. 11 Kittykin, come here !
You'll be killed ! Come here, Kittykin ! ’*
Kittykin, however, was in for a game, and as her little

mistress, with her golden hair flying in the breeze, ran toward