seemed to make them more frantic and miserable than ever.

Some of these cats had been kept alive by eating such things as they could
find in the refuse left by the summer people. A few rats and mice had
helped to keep them alive, and one poor creature had been so hungry that
he had pushed his head into an empty tomato can, and as he could not get
it out was rushing wildly about, shaking the can with much violence. He
got to be a horror to us all, but we could not help him and he finally
smothered to death. Oh, peaceful release from torture! Such maddening
thirst and not a drop of water to be had. I went around to see how Lord
Roberts was getting along and found him discouraged and heart broken. He
said, "It can not be possible that our people have abandoned us, it must
be some horrible mistake." I went every day to the main road and watched
for motor cars, which never came. I grew thinner and thinner. There were
no city streets to get a living from, no milk jars; nothing but a barren
waste, over which the wind howled like a lost soul, and the cruel sea,
with its waste of water, but none to drink. What torments we all suffered!
Yet it was all so needless. How could our people eat, drink, and be merry
while we were starving? I got so hungry that I became delirious with
fever. In the long watches of the quiet nights I dreamed of my mother and
my childhood. Soon in my vision I was wandering without a home, then came
to my new people and my bountiful home. I awoke with parched mouth, weak
from hunger and thirst.

The next morning I dragged myself to the front path and feebly lay down in
despair. When suddenly "What was that I heard?" I started up--surely a
dream--No! a reality!!

The welcome sound of a motor car!!! In a few minutes a car came thundering
up the drive. It was our own--my own--and I was saved. They all jumped out