it again," which she did, vigorously.

But another hour slipped by, and still he did not appear, much to Dexie's
disgust and annoyance.

While standing by the window waiting his appearance, she became aware of a
great event that was taking place in the backyard. It happened that a pet
cat had met with some accident that had deprived it of life, and the
children were indulging in a funeral. A grave had been dug at the back
corner of the yard, and the procession of mourners was marching back and
forth across the yard with many twists and turns, to make it last longer,
until it at last reached the open grave. Georgie Sherwood, who marched in
the front of the procession, with the remains in a raisin-box, now
deposited it in its last resting-place, while the little Gurneys, who were
sedately following, wailed aloud.

When the grave was covered to their satisfaction, Frankie Gurney came into
the house with Georgie, holding a piece of smooth, white marble, and asked
Dexie if she would write something on it, for it was to be the cat's
tombstone.

"Say that she was the prettiest and best-behaved cat in Halifax, and that
she left a large family of sorrowing kittens behind her."

"Yes, and children, too. Be sure and say that, Dexie," added Georgie.

The inscription was soon written in Dexie's largest and clearest hand, and
it delighted the eyes of the little ones, who could easily read every word.

"Where did you get such a nice stone, Frankie?" she asked.

"Oh, down in the grave-stone shop. The man told me I could have it."

A sudden thought came into her mind, and she smiled as she asked:

"Could you get another piece as big as that, do you think?"

"Oh, yes; there is another piece like this. Someone broke a foot-stone, and
it is no good, the man said. I'll go and get it, if you want it."

"Oh, will you? then run quickly. I'll make you a new kite, if you will
hurry."

In a very short time Frankie was back with the stone, Georgie, meanwhile,
being engaged in setting up the cat's monument.

"What do you want with the stone, Dexie?" he asked, as he regarded her
attentively.

"Come with me, Frankie, and I will show you," and she led him upstairs to
the upper hall.

"I want to play a trick on Mr. Plaisted; but I can't, unless you will help
me."

"Oh, I'll do anything you tell me," his eyes eager for any fun.

"You see, he is a fearful hand to sleep in the mornings. He is not up yet,
and the morning is half gone.