OLD SCORES REPAID, OR TRAGEDY REVERSED.
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I met a tearful little lass; She sobbed so hard I could not pass, I wondered so thereat; “Oh, dry your tears, my pretty child, Pray tell me why you grieve so wild.” “A—mouse—ate—up—my—cat!”
“A mouse ate up your cat!” I cried, To think she’d fib quite horrified; “Why, how can you say that?” Her tears afresh began to run, She sobbed the words out, one by one: “It—was—a—candy—cat!” S. ISADORE MINER.
