I have two , named Huz and Buz , and their mother is Topaz , because she has yellow eyes . Uncle told me a pretty story about a man named Ma-ho-met . He had a nice cat , and when she was asleep on his sleeve , and he wanted to go away , he cut off the sleeve so as not to wake her up . I think he was a kind man . Some cats catch fish . '' `` So do I ! '' cried Teddy , jumping up eager to tell about his trout . `` Hush ! '' said his mother , setting him down again as quickly as possible , for orderly Daisy hated to be `` interruckted , '' as Nan expressed it . `` I read about one who used to do it very slyly . I tried to make Topaz , but she did not like the water , and scratched me . She does like tea , and when I play in my kitchen she pats the teapot with her paw , till I give her some . She is a fine cat , she eats apple-pudding and molasses . Most cats do not . '' `` That 's a first-rater , '' called out Nat , and Daisy retired , pleased with the praise of her friend . `` Demi looks so impatient we must have him up at once or he wo n't hold out , '' said Uncle Fritz , and Demi skipped up with alacrity . `` Mine is a poem ! '' he announced in a tone of triumph , and read his first effort in a loud and solemn voice : `` I write about the butterfly , It is a pretty thing ; And flies about like the birds , But it does not sing . `` First it is a little grub , And then it is a nice yellow cocoon , And then the butterfly Eats its way out soon . `` They live on dew and honey , They do not have any hive , They do not sting like wasps , and bees , and hornets , And to be as good as they are we should strive .
`` I should like to be a beautiful XXXXX , All yellow , and blue , and green , and red ; But I should not like To have Dan put camphor on my poor little head . ''
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