he Waterloo, Southward, and London Bridges,
the Plymouth Breakwater, and the London Docks; in fact, the greatest
engineer of his time, and a man honoured by all who knew him. He had
learnt his trade thoroughly, from the very bottom, and was not above
making use of it in the humblest way--even as a blacksmith.

[Illustration: "The kitten at once began lapping."]

EVA'S KITTEN.

Breakfast was over, Father had started for the City, and now was the
time for Pussy's breakfast.

Eva brought the saucer to her mother, and when it was filled with milk,
Eva put it carefully on the floor. The kitten rushed up to it, and at
once began lapping.

'Isn't she clever, Mother?' asked Eva, as she seated herself on her own
footstool, and watched the dainty way in which the kitten licked up
every drop of milk that fell on her fur. 'She knows how to keep herself
so clean and tidy.'

Mrs. Poison was reading a letter which had just come by the post, but
she looked up as Eva spoke, and said half-absently, for she was thinking
more of her letter than the kitten, 'Yes, very clever! Listen, Eva, my
letter is from Mrs. James: she wants us both to drive over to her this
afternoon and have tea.'

'Oh, I shall like that,' said Eva, shaking out her long auburn hair like
a cloud, as she joyfully nodded her head. 'I shall like to see Jessie
again. Is she quite well now?'

'No, dear, she is not; her mother says she seems as if she could not
shake off the effects of the whooping-cough.'

'Oh! and I had it at the same time, and I am quite well,' said Eva, in
astonishment.

'Poor Jessie! she is a delicate little thing,' said Mrs. Polson. 'You
must see what you can do to cheer her up, Eva.'

'Yes, Mother,' said Eva, thoughtfully.

When Eva and her mother arrived at Mrs. James's house, no Jessie was in
the drawing-room to welcome them, and Mrs. James had to explain the
reason.

'Poor Jessie, she is terribly upset,' she said, 'for only an hour ago
her little cat was found dead in the garden. We are afraid it was
poisoned. Jessie is fretting about it, and she is shy of showing herself
with her red eyes, so she ran away to the nursery.'

'May I go to her?' asked Eva.

'Yes, dear, do,' answered Mrs. James; 'she will perhaps forget the poor
cat in a game of play.'

Eva ran upstairs to the nursery, and did her best to comfort Jessie, but
the poor child was languid and fretful, and could hardly put away the
thought of her lost pet.

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