"Hyar, you, get out o' the road, you common trash," cries the
liver-man, and he waves his wand to make way for the little gray
Cat with blue eyes and white nose. She receives an unusually
large portion, for Sam is wisely dividing the returns evenly; and
Slum Kitty retreats with her 'daily' into shelter of the great
building, to which she is regularly attached. She has entered
into her fourth life with prospects of happiness never before
dreamed of. Everything was against her at first; now everything
seems to be coming her way. It is very doubtful that her mind was
broadened by travel, but she knew what she wanted and she got it.
She has achieved her long-time great ambition by catching, not a
Sparrow, but two of them, while they were clinched in mortal
combat in the gutter.

There is no reason to suppose that she ever caught another Rat;
but the negro secures a dead one when he can, for purposes of
exhibition, lest her pension be imperilled. The dead one is left
in the hall till the proprietor comes; then it is apologetically
swept away. "Well, drat dat Cat, sah; dat Royal Ankalostan blood,
sah, is terrors on Rats."

She has had several broods since. The negro thinks the Yellow Tom
is the father of some of them, and no doubt the negro is right.

He has sold her a number of times with a perfectly clear
conscience, knowing quite well that it is only a question of a
few days before the Royal Analostan comes back again. Doubtless
he is saving the money for some honorable ambition. She has
learned to tolerate the elevator, and even to ride up and down on