CAUSE FOR COMPLAINT.
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“I DON’T like grandma at all,” said Fred, “I don’t like grandma at all,” And he drew his face in a queer grimace; The tears were ready to fall, As he gave his kitten a loving hug, And disturbed her nap on the soft, warm rug. “Why, what has your grandma done?” I asked, “To trouble the little boy? O what has she done, the cruel one, To scatter the smiles of joy?” Through quivering lips the answer came, “She—called—my—kitty—a—horrid—name.” “She did? are you sure?” and I kissed the tears Away from the eyelids wet. “I can scarce believe that grandma would grieve The feelings of either pet. What did she say?” “Boo-hoo!” cried Fred, “She—called—my—kitty—a—quadruped!” —Selected.
