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The Bear Cat.
"Friday's child is loving and giving, But Saturday's child must work for a living," Linda was chanting happily as she entered the kitchen early Saturday morning.
"Katy, me blessing," she said gaily, "did I ever point out to you the interesting fact that I was born on Saturday?
And a devilish piece of luck it was, for I have been hustling ever since.

It's bad enough to have been born on Monday and spoiled wash day, but I call Saturday the vanishing point, the end of the extreme limit." Katy laughed, and, as always, turned adoring eyes on Linda.
"I am not needing ye, lambie," she said.

"Is it big business in the canyon ye're having today?
Shall I be ready to be cooking up one of them God-forsaken Red Indian messes for ye when ye come back ?" Linda held up a warning finger.
"Hiss, Katy," she said.

"That is a dark secret.