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here. I'd beenreading about 'household art,' and I thought I'd try a little,"answered Merry, laughing at her own whims.
You've got a better sort of household art, I think, for you makepeople happy and places pretty, without fussing over it. This roomis ever so much improved every time I come, though I hardly seewhat it is except the flowers," said Ralph, looking from the girl tothe tall calla that bent its white cup above her as if to pour its dewupon her head.
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Chapter 17
Down at Molly's&quot;Now, my dears, I've something very curious to tell you, so listenquietly and then I'll give you your dinners,&quot; said Molly, addressingthe nine cats who came trooping after her as she went into theshed-chamber with a bowl of milk and a plate of scraps in herhands. She had taught them to behave well at meals, so, thoughtheir eyes glared and their tails quivered with impatience, theyobeyed; and when she put the food on a high shelf and retired tothe big basket, the four old cats sat demurely down before her,while the five kits scrambled after her and tumbled into her lap, asif hoping to hasten the desired feast by their innocent gambols.
Granny, Tobias, Mortification, and Molasses were the elders.
Granny, a gray old puss, was the mother and grandmother of all therest. Tobias was her eldest son, and Mortification his brother, sonamed because he had lost his tail, which affliction depressed hisspirits and cast a blight over his young life. Molasses was a yellowcat, the mamma of four of the kits, the fifth being Granny's latestdarl