On Saturday morning, the young lady awoke very early, but found
nothing in her chimney corner. Although the weather was very cold,
she went out, as was her custom, to walk in the garden before
breakfast. There was a high wall on the side of the garden next the
street. She walked down by the side of this wall towards a little
arbor at the bottom of the garden. Just as she reached the arbor,
she was startled by a squeak from the top of the wall, and something
fell just at her feet. Taking the thing up, she perceived that it
was a toy cat with a mewing arrangement underneath. It had been
carefully wrapped up, but the paper was broken in the attempt to
make it mew at the top of the wall. The lady burst into an
uncontrollable fit of laughter; but, in answer to her laugh, came a
dismal mewing from the other side of the wall; and, as she walked
towards the house, at every few steps, a yowling toy cat jumped
over, and fell at her feet.

The next day was Sunday, and the lady said, "I shall be left in
peace to-day, I think all the different kinds of cats must be
exhausted."

On going to her writing table, after breakfast, she found a little
package lying on some note paper. It was very heavy, and was
directed to her in a hand she did not recognize. It proved to be a
most beautiful Paris bronze cat paper weight. The cat had her paw on
a bird, and looked so life-like that it was almost painful to see
her.

"I am now in a state," said Miss Mary, "to arrange a cat museum."