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 lovely Miss Pussy washing her face among the daisies under the tree, and her hair was smooth and white as the daisies, and her eyes were yellow and beautiful to behold, and she looked up to the tree bewitchingly and said, "Little birds, little birds, come down. Pussy wants to play with you."

"Only look at her!" said Tip-Top; "her eyes are like gold."

"No, don't look," said Singer and Speckle. "She will bewitch you and then eat you up; mother said so."

"I'd like to see her try to eat me up," said Tip-Top, again balancing his short tail over the edge of the nest. "Her paws are as white as velvet, and so soft! I don't believe she has any claws."

"Don't go, brother, don't!" screamed both sisters.

A moment after, a dreadful scream was heard from the nursery window. "O, mamma, mamma, do come here! Tip-Top's fallen out of the nest, and the cat has got him!"

Poor, foolish Tip-Top!

But in another moment the children were in the yard, and Jamie plunged under a bush