could not.
'Put her in the window,' said Mr. Mugg, when he and his daughter reached the toy shop. 'That little girl who was going to buy her may see the Cat and come in for her.'
So the China toy was again put in the show window of the shop, which had been cleaned and put to rights after the fire. In the same window was some doll's furniture, and on the bureau was a looking glass. The China Cat caught a glimpse of herself. She was as clean and white as a new snowball.
'Oh, how glad I am!' she said to herself.
She looked all around. There in the window with her were most of the toys she had known for a long time. They did not seem to have been burned or scorched by the fire. In fact, though some of his playthings were damaged, Mr. Mugg did not, of course, put any of these in his show window.
Near the China Cat was a Jumping Jack, a Jack in the Box, the Talking Doll, a Policeman and a Fireman-not the same Policeman and Fireman who had been in the basement, but some just like them. Throughout the store was a smell of smoke; but this could not be helped.
The China Cat would have liked very much to speak to some of the other toys, but she was not allowed to do so.
'But when night comes,' she said to herself, 'I shall have a chance. Then we can all talk about the fire. I wonder if any of my friends had such adventures as I had?'
But the China Cat did not get the chance she hoped for. That very afternoon, the same day that she had been put in the show window, a little girl and a lady came to a stop outside the toy shop, to look in through the glass.
'Oh, Aunt Clara! See!' cried the little girl. 'There is the China Cat you were going to buy for me! Mr. Mugg thought she was smashed in the fire, but she wasn't and here she is. Oh, please take me in and get me the China Cat!'
'Very well, my dear,' said Aunt Clara. 'I promised you the toy and you may have her.'
The China Cat heard what was said, and, looking out of the window, she saw the same nice little girl who had once held her in her hands.
'Oh, I hope nothing happens this time,' whispered the Cat. 'I should like to live with that nice little girl.'
'We have come for the China Cat, Mr. Mugg,' said Aunt Clara, as the toy man came forward to wait on his customers. 'We called right after the fire, but everything was so upset we did not come in.'
'Oh, wasn't that fire dreadful!' sighed Mr. Mugg, raising his hands. 'I thought my whole place would burn! But the firemen carried out a lot of the toys, and though this white China Cat was stolen, I have her back. So you want her, do you, little girl?' he asked.
'Oh, I want her very much!' said Jennie Moore, and the China Cat was placed in her hands.
'Now for some new adventures,' thought the toy, as she felt the nice little girl softly rubbing her white head.
CHAPTER IX. AN OLD FRIEND
Jennie Moore's aunt paid Mr. Mugg for the white China Cat, and the little girl carried the toy out of the store, not even waiting to have wrapping paper put around her.
'She is afraid the China Cat may be caught in another fire, or that something will happen,' laughed the aunt, as she followed her niece.
'Oh, I hope there will never be another fire!' exclaimed Mr. Mugg, as he bowed his customers out of the door. 'I can't imagine what started this one. But I am glad the China Cat is safe, though she did get very dirty.'
'She is clean now,' said Jennie, turning her China Cat over and over, and not finding a speck of dirt on her.
'What are you going to call your China Cat, Jennie?' asked Aunt Clara, when they had almost reached the home of the nice little girl.
'I will call her Snowball,' was the answer. 'She is white, just like a snowball.'
'And from what Mr. Mugg said, I imagine she was as black as coal after the fire,' laughed Aunt Clara. 'Well, I am glad Snowball is clean and white now, and that you at last have her. Take good care of her and don't drop your cat, for I think she will break easily.'
'I'll be careful,' promised Jennie.
'Oh, how different this is from the time when that terrible black boy, Jeff, had me,' thought the China Cat, as she was taken into Jennie's home. There the rooms were bright, cheerful and sunny, with soft carpets on the floor and beautiful ornaments all about.
'Now we'll have some fun, Snowball,' said Jennie to the China Cat, as she set her toy down on a table, while she took off her hat and coat, for it was winter and the weather was cold, even though it did rain at times, instead of snow.
'You will not have to be afraid of a flood here, Snowball,' went on Jennie, 'for we are far from the river.'
'Thank goodness for that,' thought the China Cat, who heard all that was said, though she could not move when Jennie, or any one else, was looking at her.
Jennie played with the China Cat all the rest of that day. Once the nice little girl dressed the China Cat up in doll's clothes and pretended she was a doll.
'Though I cannot say I liked that,' said the China Cat, telling her adventures afterward to her friend, the Talking Doll. 'The clothes sort of tickled me. But Jennie was so kind and good I did not want to make a fuss.'
When evening came Jennie put her China Cat away in a closet in her room, where there were many other toys. At first it was so dark that the China Cat could see nothing, but, after a while, she saw where some light came in through the keyhole, and then Snowball could look about her. The light that came through the hole was not daylight, for it was now night, and Jennie was going to bed. It was the light from a little lamp that burned all night just outside Jennie's room, and the China Cat was glad of that, for by the gleam she was able to see her way around the closet.
'Thank goodness now I can move and stretch myself a bit,' said the China Cat, speaking out loud, in toy language. 'I haven't had a chance to do as I pleased since just before the fire.'
'What's that about a fire?' suddenly asked a voice just behind the China Cat. She looked around the shelf on which she sat but could see no one, though a Wooden Doll, with funny, staring eyes, was looking straight at her.
'Did you speak?' asked the China Cat of the Wooden Doll.
'No,' was the answer. 'Though I was just going to. I'm glad you have come here to live with us. You'll like it here. Jennie is such a nice little girl.'
'We're all nice!' cried the same voice that had asked about the fire.
'Who is that?' asked the China Cat, for, as before, she saw no one.
'Oh, it's probably Jack,' answered the Wooden Doll. 'He's always playing jokes.'
'Jack who?' asked the China Cat.
'Jack Box,' answered the Wooden Doll. 'He's one of those funny, pop-up Jacks in a Box, and he's always trying to fool some one. I suppose, because you are the newest toy to come here, that he is playing a trick on you.'
'No trick, Wooden Doll! Just trying to be friendly and jolly-that's all!' went on the voice, with a laugh, and from a box near the China Cat sprang one of the queer Jacks that have such a sudden way of appearing.
'Oh! How you surprised me!' mewed the Cat.
'That's just my way! Can't help it! Have to jump when my spring uncoils!' said the Jack, with a broad grin on his face. 'Let's have some fun!' he went on. 'It's our chance to make believe come to life, now that Jennie has gone to bed. Sweet child. I like her, don't you?' he asked Snowball.
'Yes. But how you rattle on,' said the China Cat. 'You don't give one a chance to think.'
'Yes, Jack is always like that,' said the Wooden Doll.
'Well, let's have some fun,' went on Jack. 'What do you say to a game of tag?'
Leaning over, which he could readily do, as the coiled spring inside him was so easy to bend, Jack touched the China Cat. But Jack must have leaned too far, or too suddenly, for he brushed the Wooden Doll to one side.
