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12 “You must advertise for a cat with a blue spot on its tail,”’ said Max.

“It will cost a pretty penny,” said Ismay dolefully.“ Fatima was valued at one hundred dollars.”

“We must take the money we have been saving for our new furs,” I said, sorrowfully. “There is no other way out of it. It will cost us a good deal more if we lose Aunt Cynthia’s favor. She is quite capable of believing that we have made away with Fatima deliberately and with malice aforethought.”

So we advertised. Max went to town and had the notice inserted in the most important daily. We asked any one who had a white Persian cat, with a blue spot on the tip of its tail, to dispose of, to communicate with M. I., care of the Enterprise.

We really did not have much hope that anything would come of it, so we were surprised and delighted over the letter Max brought home from town four days later. It was a type-written screed from Halifax stating that the writer had for sale a white Persian cat answering to our description. The price was a hundred and ten dollars and, if M. I. cared to go to Halifax and inspect the animal, it would be found at 110 Hollis Street, by inquiring for “Persian.”

“Temper your joy, my friends,” said Ismay, gloomily. “The cat may not suit. The blue spot may be too big or too small or not in the right place.