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speed. E ver afterward when she saw a soldier E>he would run

For life, and hide as far back under the house as she could
get, with her eyes shining like two little live coals.
F o r some time, indeed, she lived in perpetual terror, for
the soldiers of both lines used to tome up to the house, as
the friendship they formed that day never was changed, and
though they remained on the two opposite hills for quite a

while, they never fired a shot at each other. They used in­
stead to meet and exchange tobacco and coffee, and laugh
over the way Kittykin routed their joint forces in the tree
the day of the skirmish.

As for Kittykin, she never put on any airs about it. She
did not care for that sort of glory. She never afterward
could tolerate a tree ; the earth was good enough for h e r ;
and the highest she ever climbed was up in her little mis­
tress’s lap.