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 crying. "One day my mother told me and my brother that she was going to teach us how to hunt. It was the first time we had been out of doors; we lived in an old shed. It was a very pleasant day, and the air was so fresh, and the birds did look so tempting—I beg your pardon," she added, as the canary began to flutter nervously.

"Never mind; go on with your story," said the canary good-naturedly. "It's your nature; you aren't to blame."

The little gray kitten was so embarrassed by this interruption that she forgot where she had left off in her story; but then she was so very little!

"You were saying," said Mrs. Polly, "that your mother took you out of doors to teach you to hunt."

"Oh yes," answered the gray kitten, "so I was. Well, it was very pleasant, and we enjoyed ourselves very much, and I