willows, dear Aunt Lettie."

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But Aunt Lettie did worry. In fact she had to worry about something,
anyhow, so I suppose it is just as well that she worried about the pussy
willows. And, when they all went to bed that night, the last thing she
said was:

"Now, you mark my words! Those pussies will be cats before you know it."

But Lulu and Alice and Jimmie did not think so. However you just wait and
see what happened.

Along in the middle of the night, when it was all still and quiet, and
when even the frogs had stopped croaking, and it wasn't time for the
roosters to begin to crow; yes, when it was dark, and still and silent and
not a sound was heard, suddenly what should happen but that right in the
Wibblewobble house there came a loud: "Mew! Mew! Mew!"

"There!" exclaimed Aunt Lettie, jumping out of bed. "What did I tell you?
Those pussy willows have turned into cats, and the house will be full of
them! Oh, dear! Why did you bring them in here? It's dreadfully bad luck!"

Lulu and Jimmie and Alice jumped out of bed, too. So did Mr. and Mrs.
Wibblewobble. All the while they kept hearing that: "Mew! Mew! Mew!"

"Whatever can it be?" asked Mamma Wibblewobble. "Maybe it's a burglar."

"Nonsense!" replied Mr. Wibblewobble, "burglars don't mew. I'll go look."