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It was none other than Zephyr!

"While we were passing your dock, we saw Zephyr waiting all alone on the bank. We called to her, and she came running down and we took her right into the boat with us, and here she is!"

"You precious darling," said Edwy, stroking her.

As supper was now ready, he took her in his lap, and, contrary to all rules, he fed her, as the poet Maeterlinck used to do with his pet cat, talking to her in his happy voice in his own place at the table.

The evening had grown cool enough to have a fire of apple-tree wood, blazing before the broad hearth, so before they began their even-song, Willard had laid the moss-covered logs together and lighted them, removing first the dainty fender, which his own hands had made, with artistic deftness; having woven in the name of their camp among the interstices of the woven wire. Now, where the welcome fire-glow shone through it on the hearth-rug. Zephyr had taken her position, quite at home and happy; purring her "grey thrums," louder than ever, in her contentment.

THE REAL MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

It seemed now as if this second camp, where Zephyr lived, had new attractions for Edwy. He would spend the days happily with his friends.

Here was that teasable aunt Aida, and his friend, "Mo-ma"; his own little conceit to avoid the longer name, but then he had as many pet names for her, as there were months in the year. She never held up other boys to them as examples, for she always seemed to think that he and Willard were the "best ever."

But it was drawing near the time that one branch of the family of campers would have to say good-bye to summer fields and woods, and go back to the city and school. Edwy felt a little blue about leaving his pets and had a quiet talk with this special friend of his, after the rest had gone out on the lake to have a last chance at the trout fishing, before leaving the lake.

He was in the reminiscent mood that precedes sleep, and was telling his friend how much he wished they would always stay in the country.

"But, after all, you would miss the bright, happy Christmas, in the city home, you know."

"Oh yes, to be sure, and we'll have the lovely snowflakes coming down from the sky, and a lot of good times."

She had asked him then, when they were talking about Christmas, and about all the delights of that time, if he knew the real meaning of Christmas.

"Why yes," he had answered. "It is to keep in mind a very great event in the world, the greatest that ever happened. But then, you know, it wouldn't be Christmas to us boys, if we didn't get some gifts of our very own, for we can't always be thinking 'big thoughts.'

"So many things," he continued, "were impossible until he was older. He had wanted a dog, but he couldn't have that. He had asked for a cat, but, of course, he couldn't have that. He could only have kids' things.

"If he was only a shepherd he could have some lambs. He had once had a tame weasel and it was the dearest thing, but you couldn't pet a weasel, although you could get to love it, and feel as if the world had come to an end when it died.

"But there was always one Christmas that he remembered. He had got a lot of things that day, but when night came he was so tired, that he had a fight with his brother. Oh, not a real fight, you know; only the kind that brothers always have. People may think you awful, and send you off to bed, but half the time you don't know what's the matter. Why, that was only last Christmas? Do you remember that night, Mo-ma?"

"Perfectly."

"We were at home in the city," he continued. "You had come up to my room and sat by me. I was all covered up with the quilt, so you wouldn't see my red eyes. All at once we heard some one singing. It was only Mamma and Aida. Mamma was playing the air on the dear violin, Aida accompanying her on the piano and singing, and she always gives one a chance to hear the words."

"Yes, Edwy, I remember. You flew out of bed and leaned over the banisters to hear. It was from The Oratorio of the 'Messiah.' You wished they would play and sing it all night. You had forgotten all your troubles in a moment."

"Oh, I can hear it now, even after all these months, as the remembrance of it comes through the still evening air. 'He shall feed his flock ... feed his flock ... like a shepherd. He shall carry the lambs in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.' Then you told me the story about His life, after I came back to bed, and I fell asleep, saying it over and over. He shall feed his flock ... feed his flock ... like a shepherd ... and carry the lambs in his bosom ... the little ... little ... lambs!"

DEPARTURE OF THE FIRST GROUP OF CAMPERS

Edwy's special friend had noticed how bravely he had given up the idea of taking any of the country pets to the city, at least until he grew older, but there was one little plan which she had not as yet divulged to anybody. She had remarked to herself that a kitten had not been forbidden, simply because it had not been thought of as a possibility. After the boys and their parents had said good-bye to their camp, and the whistle of their train could be heard far over the hills, she began to take a new course with Zephyr. The little lonesome creature would go often down to the bank, and seem to watch for the coming of a boat and a welcoming warwhoop, but would always come back disappointed. It was at such times that Aida and her mother would have a loving word for Zephyr, and it evidently was at a loss to know what such unusual attention meant. For instance, Zephyr might have wondered why she was so often invited to go to sleep in a large cushioned box, with a wire cover, not often closed, over her; and why she was fed occasional dainties in this place, until she had grown to love it, and feel perfectly at home in it.

Up to this time, they had not been quite sure but that some one might claim Zephyr, but they had found out by accident, that a family had moved away from a near-by hamlet, and had left this helpless creature to the mercy of fierce dogs and winter terrors; but a kind Providence that doth not let even the sparrows fall had brought her to a good home, and now, that it had been decided what could be done for her by the remaining friends at the camp, there was no lack of affection shown. So Zephyr grew soft and fluffy and more engaging than ever, had no fear of her wire-covered box, in which she was being prepared for a longer journey, and eventually for summers and winters to come. In this way she might be brought back and forth to the camp every summer.

Some weeks had passed before the second army of campers were ready to leave. The autumn days had turned the leaves of the forest from gold to crimson, the Hermit thrush had ceased its song of the even-tide, and when they were all ready to leave the camp, Zephyr did not seem at all surprised to be taken along with them. She was taken to Aida's home at first, for her tall husband had at last come home, braving the dangers of the war-ravaged seas.

ONE OF ZEPHYR'S SUMMER HOMES

As Aida's real summer home was in a lovely small city in one of the more northern belts of the state, she would not go to the great city for a month yet. So this country house, the Blake home, happened to be Zephyr's first stopping place. While mother and daughter, in the quiet of the home garden, had many a talk under the trees about the friends who had preceded them to that great city, which has always welcomed its own people; and also the oppressed of all nations, and honored them so long as the privileges of citizenship were appreciated. To those who seemed to understand intuitively that the "Statue of Liberty," presented by a sister nation, meant more of friendship, loyalty, and respect, than words could express, it was a most wonderful boon, and at once the "Empire city" seemed to become law-abiding, by absorption, under the leadership of the great souls who ruled both city and country, and their appreciation of this new and lasting bond.

While Aida and her mother were happy in the garden and thinking "Big thoughts," Edwy's pretty name for all he could not quite comprehend, Aida, looking up, saw a shadow pass over her mother's face.

"How do any of us know, when our boys come to be grown men, what may they not have to do to hold such liberty sacred? Can we be sure that their beautiful lives might not have to pay the toll of enrollment for their sacred trust--for their country?"

It was a thought she would not leave in a moment.

"If both boys were here, dear, they would remind you of the Shepherd's story, which you have so often told them."

The little creature never seemed to have felt quite so much at home as at the North. It had missed the lake, the boats and the merry voices of the two boys, as they came between the two camps, with the sound of beating oars. Sure enough, Zephyr had gone without even touching her breakfast.

Just at that moment a little girl came along the garden walk, stepping over the bank beside Aida's lovely flowers, many of them still blooming although so late in the autumn.

"I've brought your Kitty home," she said gently. "But she loves to stay right in my arms. I found her in the schoolroom, and I don't believe she would have been afraid of any of the boys for they all petted her, but the teacher was having them say some dates in unison, and it made such a racket that she came running to me, and I knew just who owned her, for I had seen her in your garden."

"O, thank you a thousand times! Zephyr shall know you as her little friend."

"May I take her to school again?"

"Every day if you wish, and play with her here, too, under the trees."

"What were the dates that the scholars were saying in unison?" the mother asked.

"One was the date on which the beautiful Statue of Liberty came from France with its motto, 'Liberty Enlightening the World.'"

"Just what we were talking about, dear," said the mother thoughtfully. "Ever since its arrival, it has been wreathed with loving, and often poetic thought, and I am glad that our schools are asking you to remember the dates of great events.

"While we are staying here she can go to school with you every day, and you are welcome here, too, among Aida's flowers!"

A SURPRISE

Winter had really come at last, the snowflakes had covered the brown fields, and time was fast hastening on to bring the great day of all the year, Christmas day. Aida had sent gifts that she knew they would like, their Uncle had brought them some gifts from Paris, and this special friend of theirs had her own plan, that made her smile to herself, when she thought how Edwy loved things that he could pet and fondle and call his own. The other presents had all been sent early to their city home, and messages of thanks had been sent back, but the question had been flashed back to the senders:

"Why didn't you come yourselves? Christmas day is never Christmas day, unless you are here!"

But it was almost over, and, as yet, not any sign of the rest of the group as the slow hours passed.

All at once there was a loud sound of tramping in the hall, then a shout of welcome in the air, and Edwy hoped it might be one person ... no, two, whom he loved, and who loved him. And sure enough, he was not disappointed. Aida was there, and right behind her Edwy's friend appeared on the scene, all trim and fine, her eyes full of love; and before they knew it, she had made a pounce upon Edwy, and the next moment had him in her arms.

She said nothing about a wire-covered box that stood in the hall, but seeing it accidentally after he had given her a good hug, "a real bear-hug," he said:

"Oh, you've brought down one of my box-traps. Is it one of them? But we don't need any box-traps here, for there's nothing to catch."

But Willard, by this time, had torn off the cover.... The box was opened wide at last, and oh! wonder of wonders! here was the little white cat, their beautiful Zephyr, looking up at them with questioning eyes.

The shout that went up ended suddenly with the peculiarly happy screech of an Indian warwhoop, a sound they had not heard from Edwy's lips for many a month. Instead of jumping out of her box at once, Zephyr sat up on her cushion, and began to wash her face with her velvet paw, and when she saw Edwy, she began at once that high-toned purr, as if to show her gratitude, that after her long journey, she had found her friends. Her next act was to jump out of her box, after one look at their glad faces, and another glance from floor to ceiling and from ceiling to floor, she started on a wild chase after one of the Christmas apples, that had rolled out on the floor.

The boy and the cat now had their race of pure delight from room to room. While the grace of her motions seemed the most wonderful in the world, making all the people laugh, the rapt happy look on Edwy's face was a greater joy. It was a marvel of expression.

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