I
Had Thought My Coat Much Longer Than It Really Was - That Is All I Am
Willing To Say About It.
I was utterly worn out, and every bone in my
body seemed to be rebelling about something, still I could not sleep,
but listened constantly for Billie.
I blamed myself so much for not
having shut up the cat and fancied I heard the cat chasing him.
After a long, long time, it seemed hours, I heard a faint noise like a
scratch on tin, and lighting a lamp quickly, I went to the kitchen and
then listened. But not a sound was to be heard. At the farther end a
bank had been cut out to make room for the kitchen, which gave it a
dirt wall almost to the low ceiling, and all across this wall were
many rows of shelves where tins of all sorts and cooking utensils were
kept, and just above the top shelf was a hole where the cat could go
out on the bank. I put the lamp back of me on the table and kept very
still and looked all along the shelves, but saw nothing of Billie.
Finally, I heard the little scratch again, and looking closely at some
large tins where I thought the sound had come from, I saw the little
squirrel. He was sitting up in between two of the pans that were
almost his own color, with his head turned one side, and "hands on his
heart," watching me inquisitively with one black eye.
Enter page number
PreviousNext
Page 209 of 410
Words from 56105 to 56362
of 110651
