"Ha, ha, ha--come on, let's have some fun.

Where's the guinea pig?
Where's Davy, the rat?
Where's pussy?
Pussy, pussy, come here.

Pussy, pussy, dear, pretty puss." Her voice was shrill and distinct, and very like the voice of an old woman who came to the house for rags and bones.

I followed her out to the stable, and stayed there until she noticed me and screamed out, "Ha, Joe, Beautiful Joe! Where's your tail?
Who cut your ears off ?" I don't think it was kind in the cabin boy to teach her this, and I think she knew it teased me, for she said it over and over again, and laughed and chuckled with delight.

I left her and did not see her till the next day, when the boys had got a fine, large cage for her.
The place for her cage was by one of the hall windows; but everybody in the house got so fond of her that she was moved about from one room to another.
She hated her cage, and used to put her head close to the bars and plead, "Let Bella out; Bella will be a good girl.