There's a
lot more who will have to be rescued this night. It's going to be a bad
flood."
And so it was, though the China Cat saw little of it, for she was safe
and snug in the officer's pocket. It was black and dark in there, but it
was warm, though a bit smothery. And it was clean, which the China Cat
liked best of all.
"Though I am very dirty myself," she said. "I hope I get somewhere so I
can wash."
All night long the rescue of people from the flood was kept up. Jeff and
his family were taken to a place of refuge where they were given
something to eat and beds on which to lie down. All night long the
policemen worked, and when morning came all those who had been in danger
were saved.
The officer who had the China Cat in his pocket walked into his station
house just as day was breaking.
"Here is something you'll like to hear about," said the policeman to the
sergeant behind the desk, as he set the toy on the top of it.
"A cat! My land! where'd you get her?" asked the sergeant. "She'll be
just what we want to catch mice around here! Here, puss, puss!" he
called.
"Oh, my! he thinks I'm alive," said the China Cat to herself.
CHAPTER VIII
JENNIE GETS THE CAT
The policeman who had rescued the China Cat from the flood in the
basement of the negro tenement stood and looked at the sergeant behind
the desk in the station house.
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