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"Well," said Hilda, "I'm not sure that I ought to be president of the Grigs, after all, for I have to confess that I couldn't find anybody to make fun for except our old cat. But if you could see her, I'm sure you'd agree that she's a worthy object. She's so old that she's both blind and deaf; and she's so melancholy that it's enough to make you weep to look at her. I amused her and played with her and tried to make her think she was a kitten again; but it was no go, and I finally had to resort to one of those patent catnip-balls. That worked like a charm, and in a few moments she was rolling around in glee and cutting up all sorts of antics. So you see what perseverance will accomplish."
"Far be it from me," said Patty, "to criticise the deeds of our worthy president; and I suppose cats want some fun in their lives as well as people."