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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 18G7, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Vol. I.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
WILLY AND HIS COUSIN LILY.
BY KATE CLAREMONT.
RP in the loft the old cat
lay, and four strange lit
tle creatures lay beside
her. Tramp, tramp,
tramp —all in the large
and was IPe and activity, for
larvest time, and farmer
Williams and
his men had
no idea of being the
last in a harvest
field.
“Run, Tom, and
bring the big pitch
fork,” said the far
mer to one of the
lads.
Up the ladder
Tom ran, and then
suddenly came to a
halt. Now Tom ha
ted all cats, and
particularly young
kittens. He stood
still, in amazement
at sight of the old
cat and her kittens, but the pitch-fork
was got, and Tom descended from the
ladder.
“Master,” said Tom, “the old cat is in
the loft, and four little kittens with her.
Had’nt I better drown them at once ?
“By no means,” answered the farmer;
’“leave them alone; don't touch one, ad
ded he quickly, for he well knew Tom s
antipathy to cats.
At dinner, the farmer told his little son
Willy of Tom’s discovery.
“O, father!” exclaimed Willy, “please
show them to me.”
“No, my son,” said farmer Williams,
“ wait a while.”
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So Willy waited till evening.
“ Father, ain’t you most ready to show
me the kittens yet?”
“No, my dear,” again replied the-far
mer, “wait at least a week. They are
not big enough to play with yet.”
Meanwhile, Puss, after she had been
discovered by Tom, whose tricks and
cruelties she well knew, moved the kit
tens farther otf in the loft, and kept them
hid a month; so that even when the
week was out, Widy had no chance to see
them. Two months after the discovery
of the kittens by Tom, W illy’s little cous
in Lily came to see him, and Willy, who
had long since found the kittens, and v as
very fond of them, showed them to hei.
One was white all over, except the tip of
her nose, one was black all over, one grey,
and one white with black patches.
“O! Willy, let’s name this one Snow
drop !” said Lily.
“Snow-flake would be prettier,” said
Willy.
“I like Snow-drop a great deal the
best.”
“ And I think Snow-flake a hundred
times better.”
“ I said Snowdrop before you said Snow
flake,” contended Lily.
“ She’s my kitten, and I’ve the best
right to name her,” retorted Willy; “she’s
not yours at all—she’s mine.”
“Ili-ty, ti-ty,”said the farmer, “what’s
the matter here?”
“ Lily wants to name the white kitten
Snowdrop, and I want her named Snow
flake. She’s mine, anyhow.”
“ I’m the visitor,” said Lily.
“You’re a very rude one,” replied
Willy reluctantly gave in.
“ To prevent another quarrel, I’ll name
the kittens myself,” said the farmer.
“Name the black one Jet, the Grey one
Tabby, and the other Spot.”
“Well, so we will!” and “Those are
nice names !” exclaimed the childien.
<. xj nc le Williams, can’t I have one of
these kittens?” said Lily.
ayes, any one you want,” answered
the farmer, turning off.
“I’ll take Snow,” said Lily.
“ You can’t have her; I want her my
self. You may have Jet.”
“ Uncle Williams said I might have any
I wanted, and I prefer Snow.”
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Willy.
“ I don’t care,’’
said Lily stoutly;
“ I didn’t know
what a very bad
boy you were be
fore.”
“ Stop, stop,” said
the farmer, “ you
musn’t quarrel over
th e kittens. As
neither of you seem
to have any objec
tion to the firtd
part of the name,
suppose you name
her Snow.”
“Well,” said Lily,
brightening up, and