"
Gwen, having been petted and assured that her mother thought her
perfect, ran from the room, and down to the garden where she sought
something with which to amuse herself.
The cook, looking from the rear window, frowned darkly.
Gwen did not see her, because, with her back toward the house, she was
trying to see if it would be possible to tie a knot in the cat's tail.
The old cat objected, and struck at her, missing however, because Gwen
jumped back.
"Ah, ye little varmint!" cried the cook, "if they's no person handy
fer yez ter pester, thin yez fall back on the owld cat, poor crayture."
A few moments she watched Gwen in silence, then again she spoke.
"There she goes tryin' to climb up onto the fountain basin. Sure I'll
hov ter shpake ter her, and I don't want ter, but she risks anything."
Throwing up the window she shouted:
"Hi! Miss Gwen! Coom down off'n there, 'fore ye do be gittin' a big
fall!"
Gwen turned and made an outrageous face, thus giving proof of her
sweetness.
"Coom doon!" shouted the cook, but Gwen only giggled and remained
exactly where she was.
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