illows can't drown in water," said Lulu. "We put them
there to keep them fresh. You don't need to worry about those pussy
willows, dear Aunt Lettie."

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But Aunt Lettie did worry. In fact she had to worry about something,
anyhow, so I suppose it is just as well that she worried about the pussy
willows. And, when they all went to bed that night, the last thing she
said was:

"Now, you mark my words! Those pussies will be cats before you know it."

But Lulu and Alice and Jimmie did not think so. However you just wait and
see what happened.

Along in the middle of the night, when it was all still and quiet, and
when even the frogs had stopped croaking, and it wasn't time for the
roosters to begin to crow; yes, when it was dark, and still and silent and
not a sound was heard, suddenly what should happen but that right in the
Wibblewobble house there came a loud: "Mew! Mew! Mew!"

"There!" exclaimed Aunt Lettie, jumping out of bed. "What did I tell you?
Those pussy willows have turned into cats, and the house will be full of
them! Oh, dear! Why did you bring them in here? It's dreadfully bad luck!"

Lulu and Jimmie and Alice jumped out of bed, too. So did Mr. and Mrs.
Wibblewobble. All the while they kept hearing that: "Mew! Mew! Mew!"

"Whatever can it be?" asked Mamma Wibblewobble. "Maybe it's a burglar."

"Nonsense!" replied Mr. Wibblewobble, "burglars don't mew. I'll go look."

So he went to look, and what do you think he found? Why, right under a
vase of the pussy willows, on a cushion, was a dear, sweet, little white
kitten. Yes, sir, as true as I'm telling you! And so soon as Lulu saw it
she cried: "It's mine! One of my pussy willows has turned into a kittie!
Oh, how glad I am!"

And, honestly, the kittie was right under Lulu's vase of pussy willows,
just as sure as that two and two make four.

"I told you so!" cried Aunt Lettie. "Now, maybe you'll believe me next
time. The pussy willows turned into a kitten."

"Oh, but this kitten can't be from those willows," said Papa Wibblewobble.
"This is a real pussy. It must have come in from out of doors. I guess I
must have left a window open."

And the funny part of it was that he had left a window up, and it was a
real kittie that had wandered in, straying away from its mamma. But Aunt
Lettie was sure it had come from a pussy willow. Lulu didn't care, because
she was allowed to keep the kittie for herself, and what do you think? Why
that kittie