Tabby's travels

I SUPPOSE a pleasanter kitchen was hardly ever seen than the one in which my story commences. It was not one of those under-ground places, with little square windows close to th...

"If I had minded my dear mother as well as that, I should not have been in this scrape," was Tabby's passing reflection, as she ventured to descend from the tree at the repeated...

Mrs. Warrington was an indolent woman who loved her children in a passive way, especially when they were small, but she could never take the trouble to teach, much less to gover...

"Yes, as well or better; and their eyes are beautifully contrived for the purpose. Look at a cat's eyes by a strong light, and you will see the pupil—that is to say, the dark ho...

Agnes went down with the rest though her head was giddy, and she had such a sharp pain in her chest, that she could hardly breathe without crying out. But she was determined not...

"There is some beefsteak—I should like a bit of that cooked for my supper, and there are the coffee and the sugar, and baby's dress. I believe that is all, wife. They will send...

This was not a very good thought for a hungry kitten to cherish in sight of a well-furnished table; and the said table being left for the moment without any guard, she mounted u...

Tabby had been sadly frightened at first on finding herself in the police office, a place which she had learned to connect with all manner of harm, but she had by this time made...

They turned down the street which led to Mr. Bond's, and walked on almost in silence, till they found themselves perplexed, not being quite sure about the number of the house.