And just as soon as it was over he turned from the altar and said, '_Now_ we'll begin to lead a cat and dog life.' And, oh, it was so awful," she continued, sobbingly, the terror of the dream still holding her, "he--he _barked_ at me! And he showed his teeth, and I had to spit and mew and hump my back whether _I_ wanted to or not." Her voice grew higher and more excited with every sentence.

"And I could feel my claws growing longer and longer, and I knew I'd never have fingers again, only just paws with fur on 'em! Ugh! It made me sick to feel the fur growing over me that way.

I cried and cried.

Now as I tell about it, it begins to sound silly, but it was awful then,--so dark, and me hanging by my claws to the edge of the wood-shed roof, ready to drop off.

I thought Phil was in the house, and I tried to call him, but I couldn't remember his name.
I got mixed up with the Philip on the shilling, and I kept yelling, Shill! Philling! Shilling! and I couldn't make him understand.