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Title: The Kitchen Cat and Other Stories

Author: Amy Walton

Release Date: March 4, 2008 [EBook #24751]

Language: English

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THE KITCHEN CAT

AND OTHER STORIES

BY

AMY WALTON
Author of "The Hawthorns" "Susan"
"A Pair of Clogs" &c.

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LONDON AND GLASGOW

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_50 Old Bailey, London_
_17 Stanhope Street, Glasgow_

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_Printed in Great Britain by Blackie & Son, Ltd., Glasgow_

Contents

Page

THE KITCHEN CAT 5

SARAH'S SUNDAY OUT 42

THE TOAD IN THE HOLE 56

THE KITCHEN CAT

CHAPTER I

The Visitor from the Cellar

The whole house in London was dull and gloomy, its lofty rooms and
staircases were filled with a sort of misty twilight all day, and the
sun very seldom looked in at its windows. Ruth Lorimer thought, however,
that the very dullest room of all was the nursery, in which she had to
pass so much of her time. It was so high up that the people and carts
and horses in the street below looked like toys. She could not even see
these properly, because there were iron bars to prevent her from
stretching her head out too far, so that all she could do was to look
straight across to the row of tall houses opposite, or up at the sky
between the chimney-pots. How she longed for something different to
look at!

The houses always looked the same, and though the sky changed sometimes,
it was often of a dirty grey colour, and then Ruth gave a little sigh
and looked back from the window-seat where she was kneeling,