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Almost overlooked getting today’s entry done

Further Chronicles of Avonlea
L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

When tea was over she poured the remaining contents of the cream jug into a saucer.

“I must feed my pussy,” she said as she left the room.

“That girl beat me,” said Mrs. Eben with a sigh of perplexity. “You know that black cat we’ve had for two years? Eben and I have always made a lot of him, but Sara seemed to have a dislike to him. Never a peaceful nap under the stove could he have when Sara was home–out he must go. Well, a little spell ago he got his leg broke accidentally and we thought he’d have to be killed. But Sara wouldn’t hear of it. She got splints and set his leg just as knacky, and bandaged it up, and she has tended him like a sick baby ever since. He’s just about well now, and he lives in clover, that cat does. It’s just her way. There’s them sick chickens she’s been doctoring for a week, giving them pills and things!

“And she thinks more of that wretched-looking calf that got poisoned with paris green than of all the other stock on the place.”