Presently there came another, and another, and another still--all great cats, and all yellow, marked in splendid tiger stripes, with eyes like topaz--until there were four of them, all asleep on the sunny side of the arbor.

Miss Camilla's yellow cats were of a famous breed, well represented in the village; but she had these four, which were marvels of beauty.
Another hour wore on.

Miss Camilla still wrote, and Lucina and the yellow cats slept.

Then it was four o'clock, and time for the entertainment to which Lucina had looked forward.
There was a heavy footstep on the garden walk and a rustling among the box borders.

Then old 'Liza loomed up in the arbor door, darkening out the light.