"One fine day, soon after her adventure with the black snake, her
search for a home of her own brought her out into the warm sunshine of
a little, deserted clearing. It was an old lumber camp, all grown up
with tall grass and flowering weeds. The weeds and grass crowded up
around the very threshold of the old gray log cabin.
"The Little Sly One stopped short, blinking in the strong light and
sniffing cautiously. There was no smell of danger--none whatever, but
a scent came to her nose that she thought was quite the nicest scent in
the world.
"Where did it come from? Oh, there is was--that bunch of dull-green
weeds! Forgetting prudence, forgetting everything, she ran forward and
began rolling herself over and over in ecstasy in the bed of
strong-smelling weeds."
"Catnip!" suggested the Babe.
"Of course!" agreed Uncle Andy impatiently. "What else _could_ it be?
"The Little Sly One had never heard tell of catnip, but she knew right
off it was something good for every kind of cat. When she had had
_quite_ enough of it, she felt kind of light and silly, and not afraid
of anything. So, as bold as you please, she marched right up to the
cabin.
"The door was shut. She climbed upon the roof.
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