He sidled from his
seat so silently that Frank did not hear him. He was soon made
sensible that Pomp was engaged in some mischief by hearing a
prolonged wail of anguish from the cat.
Looking up, he found that his promising pupil had tied her by the
leg to a chair, and under these circumstances was amusing himself
by pinching her tail.
"What are you doing there, Pomp?" he asked quickly.
Pomp scuttled back to his seat, and appeared to be deeply intent
upon his primer.
"Ain't doin' noffin', Mass' Frank," he answered innocently.
"Then how came the cat tied to that chair?"
" 'Spec' she must have tied herself."
"Come, Pomp, you know better than that. You know cats can't tie
themselves. Get up immediately and unfasten her."
Pomp rose with alacrity, and undertook to release puss from the
thraldom of which she had become very impatient. Perhaps she
would have been quite as well off if she had been left to
herself. The process of liberation did not appear to be very
agreeable, judging from the angry mews which proceeded from her.
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