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CHAPTER XVIII.
That night when Hannah was ready to go to bed, the house-cat was nowhere to be found. She didn't like to go to bed and lock her out, for she feared she might come home during the night and make a disturbance; and, moreover, she didn't fancy the thought of getting up after she had gone to bed, to let her in.
Hannah went to the door and called, but there was no answer; and after going about the garden, calling "Puss, puss," her patience gave out and she went back to the kitchen. "Stay out, then, if you want to; you won't catch me getting up to let you in, if you yawl all night," she said, as she shut and bolted the door.
