at the same time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed, reading. p align="justify"> "Did you get the cat?" he asked, putting the book down.
"It was gone."
"Wonder where it went to," he said, resting his eyes from reading.sat down on the bed.
"I wanted it so much," she said. "I don't know why 1 wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn't any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain. "Was reading again.went over and sat in front of the mirror of the dressing table looking at herself with the hand glass. She studied her profile, first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and her neck. p align="justify"> "Don't you think it would be a good idea if I let my hair grow out?" she asked, looking at her profile again.looked up and saw the back of her neck, clipped close like a boy's.
"I like it the way it is."
"I get so tired of it," she said. "I get so tired of looking like a boy." Shifted his position in the bed. He hadn't looked away from her since she started to speak. p align="justify"> "You look pretty darn nice," "'he said.laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over to the window and looked out. It was getting dark. p align="justify"> "I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel," she said. "I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when 1 stroke her." p align="justify"> "Yeah?" George said from the bed.
"And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes. "p align="justify"> "Oh, shut up and get something to read," George said. He was reading again.wife was looking out of the window. It was quite dark now and still raining in the palm trees. p align="justify"> "Anyway, I want a cat," she said, "I want a cat. I want a cat now. If I can't have long hair or any fun, I can have a cat, "was not listening. He was reading his book. His wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square.knocked at the door. p align="justify"> "Avanti," * George said. He looked up from his book.the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoise-shell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body. p align="justify"> "Excuse me," she said, "the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora."
