but I can't. There's nothing heavenly about cats, delightful
creatures though they are."

"Blair, I'm really surprised to hear the things you say to the
children," said Aunt Janet severely.

"Surely you wouldn't prefer me to tell them that cats DO go to
heaven," protested Uncle Blair.

"I think it's wicked to carry on about an animal as those children
do," answered Aunt Janet decidedly, "and you shouldn't encourage
them. Here now, children, stop making a fuss. Bury that cat and
get off to your apple picking."

We had to go to our work, but Paddy was not to be buried in any
such off-hand fashion as that. It was agreed that we should bury
him in the orchard at sunset that evening, and Sara Ray, who had
to go home, declared she would be back for it, and implored us to
wait for her if she didn't come exactly on time.

"I mayn't be able to get away till after milking," she sniffed,
"but I don't want to miss it. Even a cat's funeral is better than
none at all."

"Horrid thing!" said Felicity, barely waiting until Sara was
out of earshot.

We worked with heavy hearts that day; the girls cried bitterly
most of the time and we boys whistled defiantly. But as evening
drew on we began to feel a sneaking interest in the details of the