December. "I knew her. Tortoise-shell, with long whiskers, and rather a ragged tail."
Then he went on.
"The ringers were practising the Christmas chimes in low, muffled tones. High up, the steeple rocked in the wind, the clouds drifted rapidly over the moon, and clear and sharp the frost-film glittered on the roofs. The watchman on his round clapped and stamped to warm hands and feet, as he called the hour, 'Eight o'clock, and all's well!' But, to the poor Cat crouched beneath the kitchen-window, all was not well.
"'Oh dear!' she sighed to herself, 'what a thing it is to have a Step-mother! Once we were happy! The good Papa loved me, and I slept in Gretchen's arms. The fire was bright in those days. Porringers of hot milk stood by it, and always a saucer full for me. Ah, dear days! The moment I saw that nose of hers, I knew they were over! Such a nose! so red, so long. Why did the Papa marry her? Men are so fool-
