. The adventures of Tommy Postoffice; the true story of a cat . Weston sat at hisdesk, noon hour came and passedwithout his usual departure for din-ner. Tommy was disturbed,—seri-ously disturbed. He jumped uponMr. Westons desk, warbled at him;jumped down again and ran towardthe door, where he paused to lookback to see if his friend would takethe hint. He did not, and could notsay to Tommy: I am not goinguntil two oclock to-day, and then Iam not coming back. 59 THE ADVENTURES OF The hour crept along, and stillTommy fidgeted. Mr. Weston wastoo absorbed in arranging his affairsfor a weeks holiday
. The adventures of Tommy Postoffice; the true story of a cat . Weston sat at hisdesk, noon hour came and passedwithout his usual departure for din-ner. Tommy was disturbed,—seri-ously disturbed. He jumped uponMr. Westons desk, warbled at him;jumped down again and ran towardthe door, where he paused to lookback to see if his friend would takethe hint. He did not, and could notsay to Tommy: I am not goinguntil two oclock to-day, and then Iam not coming back. 59 THE ADVENTURES OF The hour crept along, and stillTommy fidgeted. Mr. Weston wastoo absorbed in arranging his affairsfor a weeks holiday to notice thatTommy was acting in a most unusualmanner,—rubbing against his legs,brushing against his sleeve, watchinghim intently with his bright, shiningeyes. But at length the cat couldstand it no longer. One oclock hadstruck and his friend must surely bestarving. With a more than usuallyprolonged and vehement Merow-wow-wowl Tommy fled from theoffice. Mr. Weston looked up at thatmoment, and caught sight of the van-ishing black tail. He laughed and60. If he hadnt sense enough to know it was dinner-time, Tommy had. TOMMY POSTOFFICE said: Whatsup, Tommy? Seemsto me I have a hazy idea that you vebeen making some sort of a row abouthere for the past hour, but I dont geta weeks holiday very often, and youmust excuse my he resumed his work. Twentyminutes later Tommy came boundingthrough the outer office as though hewere pursued by a wild animal. Hewas merely a black streak as he leapedalong. The swinging door leadinginto Mr. Westons office was closed,but a whit cared Tommy for that!He had seen that door opened andshut too many times not to know thata good bang against it would cause itto swing in the desired direction. 63 THE ADVENTURES OF The bang came, and Tommy van-ished. Wonder what hes been up tonow? said one of the men. A second later a plump, still wrig-gling mouse lay upon Mr. Westonsdesk. If he had nt sense enough toknow when it was dinner time,Tomm
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