exhibit, inly trembling to think what the gorgeous gathering of
fashion would say if they discovered the trick he was playing on
them. He had passed all around the outer aisles and seen many
prize-winners, but no sign of Slum Kitty. The inner aisles were
more crowded. He picked his way down them, but still no Kitty,
and he decided that it was a mistake; the judges had rejected the
Cat later. Never mind; he had his exhibitor's ticket, and now
knew where several valuable Persians and Angoras were to be
found.

In the middle of the centre aisle were the high-class Cats. A
great throng was there. The passage was roped, and two policemen
were in place to keep the crowd moving. Jap wriggled in among
them; he was too short to see over, and though the richly gowned
folks shrunk from his shabby old clothes, he could not get near;
but he gathered from the remarks that the gem of the show was
there.

"Oh, isn't she a beauty!" said one tall woman.

"What distinction!" was the reply.

"One cannot mistake the air that comes only from ages of the most
refined surroundings."

"How I should like to own that superb creature!"

"Such dignity--such repose!"

"She has an authentic pedigree nearly back to the Pharaohs, I