"Puss went under the grate to-night."—"Did she: what that great cat? I thought only kittens went under grates."—"And so did I; but, however, she went."—"I wonder what for?"—"Perhaps to look for a cricket."—"Have you crickets?"—"Yes; I often hear them chirping as I sit by the fire at night. Ours is a funny cat; she sometimes goes up the chimney."—"What, when there is a fire in the grate?"—"O no; the chimney in the back chamber. I have heard it said that cats do not love any one, but I am sure our cat does; for whenever I let her come into my lap, she rubs her head about, and stretches out her claws, and purrs as loudly as she can. I sometimes try to hear what she says, but I can make nothing of it; but it matters not what she says, I know she is happy, and that is enough."