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 Miss Tibby's head, and tail, and ears, Into this quiet station Are drawn, and not a hair appears To common observation.

At length the lady took her hat,— And how they all did stare And laugh to see a sleeping cat So snugly nestled there.

Six years rolled smoothly like the first, From every evil free, And many a kitten had she nurs'd The prettiest that could be.

A most unusual sound one night Was heard, and Tib thereby Was roused at once from slumbers light, To hear a baby cry!

No sound like this had met her ears Within that ancient dome In all the many quiet years That this had been her home.

Straight up the stairway did she spring, And there beheld the elf,— A cunning, little, helpless thing, No bigger than herself.