“It was just six years ago to-night—” Mrs. Wood began thinking.
“Pur-r-pu-r-r-r.”
Why, how loud that purr was growing! ever so much more like an alarm-clock than a purr, and it ended with a sharp “bu-r-r Ting!” Mrs. Wood sat up and rubbed her eyes. Yes, it was the alarm-clock that she had set last night; Weejums was no longer there, and she heard a joyous shout from Kenneth’s room.
“Why, I’ve been asleep!” she said with a laugh.
The Alley Cat’s kitten had done her work; for it was six o’clock, and Christmas morning.
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