"Kitty, kitty, kitty!" she called. "Kittykin,
come here! You '11 be killed! Come here,
Kittykin!"

Kittykin, however, was in for a game, and as
her little mistress, with her golden hair flying in
the breeze ran toward her, she rushed scamper-
ing still higher up the tree. Evelyn could see
that there were some men scattered out in the
fields on either side of her, some of them stoop-
ing, and some lying down, and as she ran on
toward the tree she heard a "Bang! bang!" on
each side, and she saw little puffs of white

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smoke, and something went "Zoo-ee-ee" up in
the air ; but she did not think about herself, she
was so frightened for Kittykin,

"Kitty, Mtty! Come down, Kittykin!" she
called, running up to the tree and holding up
her arms to her. Kittykin might, perhaps, have
liked to come down now, but she could no longer
do so; she was too high up. She looked down,
first over one shoulder, and then over the other,
but it was too high to jump. She could not
turn around, and her head began to swim. She
grew so dizzy, she was afraid she might fall, so
she dug her little sharp claws into the bark, and
began to cry.
Evelyn would have run back to tell her
mamma (who, having sent the baby downstairs
to mammy, was stiU busy upstairs trying to
hide some things, and so did not know she was
out in the yard) ; but she was so afraid Kittykin
might be killed that she could not let her get
out of her sight. Indeed, she was so absorbed
in Kittykin that she forgot all about everything
else. She even forgot all about the soldiers.
