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The Nomad of the Nine Lives by A. Frances (Abby Frances) Friebe
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looked at us, and occasionally some man or woman would take one of the
cats or dogs away, never to be seen at the League again.

One day a motor car stopped at the door and an attractively dressed woman
entered and said that she was seeking a good cat to take home. She looked
carefully at each one of us and my heart almost stopped beating when she
paused before my cage and said, "I like his looks best of all; may I have
him?" The kind lady replied, "Well, he is such a dear good thing that I
hate to part with him, but I want to get him in a good home, so you may
take him along."

I did not like to leave her, but trusted that she knew my welfare best and
so putting my mute thanks into my eyes I gave her a long last look and was
hurried into the motor car. I thought of Lord Roberts, but was even more
delighted when we stopped on the very same avenue where I had followed the
burglars. To my surprise and pleasure I found that it was the very house
of my adventure, as I recognized the hall and carpets. Later on I happened
to look out of one of the dining-room windows and if you will believe me,
there was Lord Roberts sitting out in the next yard sunning himself. As he
got up and paced around in a dignified manner I tapped with my paw on the
glass, but he would not deign to look up.

The next day I was allowed to go out for a walk and since he was in his
yard, and our adjoining gate was open, I made bold to walk in and attempt
to renew our acquaintanceship. He proved to be a snob, but did not
recognize me as his alley friend when in need. Of course I understood that
it was not my place to call first because he was very haughty and showed
that he was unwilling to make my acquaintance.

However, I wore a collar which was newer and more expensive than his, and
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